Fodder
“Look, I didn’t ask to be picked. None of us did”
*sobs*
‘But we are the only ones left’
*rubs eyes*
“Get up, we are not fodder”
‘But our friends were’
“Don’t you dare” *grits teeth*
‘What, it’s the truth’
“No, it’s not!”
‘Yes… it is’
“I buried them you coward”
‘I am no coward’
“Yes you are, you ran, you hid and told everyone you were the sole survivor”
‘…’
“Liar, run to your empty friends, whilst I hold this hill till I bleed”
…
🖤
…
Love You R
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