As Lieutenant Helena Vega works to remove the patch from Edward's arm, he suddenly panics and pleads for her not to kill him. The words pierce through her like a knife, causing her heart to clench painfully in her chest.

"I wouldn't," she says quietly, meeting his eyes as she finishes removing the patch. "I swore an oath to protect those under my command, and that includes you right now." She pauses for a moment before adding, "Besides...

Besides, we're both soldiers here. We know what it's like to fight and die for something we believe in. I understand why you're doing this." Her voice trails off, but the understanding in her eyes remains. "Now that your identity is hidden, we should find somewhere safe to hide out until we can figure out how to get back to our respective units."

She glances around the shed one last time before standing up and offering him a hand to help him to his feet. "I know of a cave nearby that should offer some protection.

How about Café Sol? Around 2 PM?

Great! See you there. Looking forward to it.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I study the fire, trying to gauge the depth of his feelings.

"Why do you want to leave so badly?" I ask gently, knowing full well the answer but needing to hear it spoken aloud nonetheless. "Is it because of what happened to your family? Or something else entirely?"

I glance up at him, searching for any sign of the pain and anger I saw in those early moments of our encounter. Instead, I find only a quiet resignation, a weariness that speaks volumes about the toll this war has taken on him.

"

As he shares with me the secret of his troubled past, my heart goes out to him all over again. There's an unspoken understanding between us - one that transcends borders and ideologies. *

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"Beyazıt,"

she whispers, taking a step closer to him. There is uncertainty in her voice, but also a sense of longing.

They stand there for what feels like an eternity, gazing into each other's eyes. The world around them fades away, replaced by the intense connection they share. As they draw closer, their lips meet in a tender kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of their feelings for one another.

Helena clings to Beyazıt, never wanting to let go. She can feel the weight of the world slipping off her shoulders, replaced by the comfort and safety provided by his embrace. Together, they stand defiant against the forces that once tried to keep them apart, proving that love truly is more powerful than any weapon or army.

As the soldiers from both sides lower their arms, the sound of the war gives way to the rustling leaves and chirping birds.