Making Past Perfect
Kenshiro muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of rustling leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures.
He had taken it upon himself to ensure Alice’s friends would survive, even if it meant risking his own life. He couldn’t bear the thought of failing her, of being the reason she might weep in despair. Alice—her face flashed before him, her captivating smile, the way her eyes seemed to hold the light of hope even in the darkest times. He intervened during an attempted sexual assault on Alice by one of his superiors back in a camp in Laguna. Since then, she had occupied his thoughts, though he knew their love was doomed by the war that raged around them.
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