Introducing
Last night, the world as I knew it ended.
September 5, 1884
Last night, the world as I knew it ended.
The Resistance, in a daring and horrific act, set Fort Leavenworth ablaze. The fire was more than a rebellion; it was a funeral pyre for my soul. As the flames engulfed the fort, my heart shattered, realizing Jonathan, my love, my forbidden joy, was within.
Our love, hidden in the shadows, was my only truth in this war-ravaged world. And now, Jonathan, my beacon of hope in these dark times, is gone.
As the night air filled with the stench of burning dreams, I realized the cruel irony. In seeking liberation, we had shackled ourselves to an endless cycle of loss and sorrow. Jonathan, my heart, my secret joy, now just a memory in the ashes.
Amidst the roaring flames, my tears fell like rain. This wasn't a loss in the war against The Friends; it was the death of love, the extinguishing of a light in my life. The world might see this as a strategic victory, but for me, it was anything but.
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