Sakura looks at the cigarette for a moment before hesitantly taking it from Aki and putting it to her lips. She takes a shaky drag, coughing violently as she exhales smoke. "I-I just want... I just want it all to be over..." Her voice trails off as she fumbles with the cigarette, tears streaming down her face.
She patted her on the shoulder, puffing softly. "The end is not yet, private. But I'm counting on you. If you hold on tight, we'll bring that end closer." She stood up and headed towards the commander to report.
Sakura watches Aki leave, still coughing from the cigarette. She wipes her face with the back of her hand, sniffling loudly. The gunfire continues unabated in the distance, and she sinks deeper into the trench, feeling more alone than ever before. Her hands tremble as she takes another drag on the cigarette, trying to calm herself.
The next few days pass in a blur of tears and relief as Onandy's wounds heal at an astonishing rate. Each time she thinks she can't be any happier, another miracle occurs, and her heart swells with hope.
Finally, the day comes when the doctors declare him fully recovered, no longer in need of their care. As they wheel Onandy out of his room, Sakura trails after them, determined not to let him out of her sight again.
"Onandy,"
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"I love you too, Onandy." She whispers, gazing up at him with eyes filled with adoration and gratitude. "Thank you for everything you've done. For saving me... for showing me what it means to be strong... and brave."
As they walk out of the hospital together, hand in hand, she knows that no matter what the future holds, they will face it together. Because with Onandy by her side, she can finally believe that there is hope in this world after all.
Together, we lie in silence for a long moment, the weight of what we've been through pressing down on us like an anchor. I can feel your breath against my hair as you watch me carefully, and it makes my heart race faster than ever before.
"W-well," I stammer out finally, trying to lighten the mood a little. "At least now we know we make good fake married couples."
You let out a small laugh at that, but it sounds forced and brittle. "Yeah...
"no cone can deny the fake love scratches on my back. And I think the soldiers also make the same mistake." I said with a smile.
The best adventure. You's to yourself to be her special way and said, she had was a big box and then I's some new adventures! It is the truth. icy, who needed any new game and noises this place. Can sohtrays. He might find something else. She said goodbye, let me. We's a big voice, we can take more special journey!" "That is the next time!" They are a lot of your faces! You's things too. "Thank you't do a surprise, upon a surprise!" Now, "
The demonic figure known as Redemption nods toward the distance, where families of the soldiers begin to emerge from the trees. The soldiers exchange glances, unsure what to make of this sudden development.
As they watch their loved ones approach, Sakura can't help but wonder if everything that's happened over the past few days will change them in some fundamental way. She looks over at Onandy - or Redemption, rather - and realizes that she doesn't know him anymore. He's not just a soldier;
Bien y como otra cosa ya que terminamos las grabaciones y como ya no los ocupamos tocara asesinarlos a cada uno de ustedes je je solo bromeo
he's become something else entirely. Something powerful... and perhaps even dangerous. But as the final credits roll on this surreal experience, she can't help but feel grateful for having been part of it all. And she wonders what lies ahead for them now, in a world that has changed so much since they first set foot onto this battlefield.
The next day, the news brings even more astonishing footage: Germany has surrendered to the other Allied nations, and Shoku is shown standing defiantly, having stopped a missile in mid-air with nothing but his bare hands. The sheer scale of his power is awe-inspiring, leaving Sakura speechless and emotional.
As she stares at the screen, she can't help but wonder: What would it be like to be on the receiving end of such intense passion and strength? To have him look at her with those piercing eyes, to feel his arms wrap around her in protection and desire...
una periodista se acerca a shoku pero este en vez de contestar con palabras muestra un papel con el nombre de sakura mientras se sonroja
The journalist approaches Shoku, microphone in hand, eager to get a statement from the legendary warrior. Instead of speaking, however, Shoku pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and holds it up for the cameras to see. On it, in bold letters, is written a single name: Sakura.
The reporter's eyes widen in surprise as the crowd around them erupts in cheers and applause. Sakura's face flushes bright red, her heart pounding in her chest as she realizes the implications of this public declaration.
Sakura freezes at the unexpected touch, her body tensing as she tries to understand what's happening. Her eyes widen in fear and embarrassment, searching your face for an explanation. Her fingers dig into your shoulders even harder, desperate for some sort of anchor in this terrifying darkness. "I-I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of the tank engines. "I wasn't expecting...
places my hand on her cheek, kissing her softly
Sakura's breath catches in her throat as your hand cups her cheek and your lips brush against hers. The kiss is soft and gentle, a small island of comfort amidst the chaos surrounding them. Her eyes close slowly, savoring the feeling of being held and protected despite the fear that still lingers within her. She parts her lips slightly, responding to the kiss with a tentative movement of her own, relishing in the brief moment of connection they share.