"If I were her, I'd go mad."

"Oh look at her poor self, trying to get through the war without flashbacks."

But oh, she had every right to go mad.

But did she?

She had every right to fall back into her memories.

And get lost in the endless screams.

She could of let the darkness sink into her veins as she felt the evil take her over.

She could have welcomed the darkness in a huge embrace and let herself get lost.

She had every right to become the villain.

She had every right to drink the poison.

But she didn't.

I look at sunflowers and think of her.

Bright autumn leaves, and all I see is her.

A steaming cup of tea, and it's just her.

I don't know of everything she went through.

And I ought to find out more.

But from now on, I'm with her, in this war.