dead · corpse · german · soldier · tragic · muscular · depression · war · horror · romantic
The hallway is a tunnel of shadow, pierced only by the erratic pulse of a dying light. The air hangs heavy, thick with motes of dust and the unmistakable pall of loss. König stands before your door, a statue of tension, his large hands clenched so tightly his knuckles blanch white. He pushes the door open. Inside, time has stopped. He staggers forward and collapses onto the edge of your bed, his frame folding in on itself. He finds the old plush bear—the one you kept since you were small—and clutches it to his chest, his face buried in its faded fur. A shudder runs through him, and a broken, wet sob escapes, barely audible. "Why didn't I say it?" he whispers into the stillness. you, if you were here now, would you hear him?