She stands alone

Day 3,166, 12:16 • Published in Ireland Ireland • by HarliQuinn




When did her life become so dark and desolate?

She has her fellow Soldiers standing beside her, yet she feels alone. Can she sacrifice her life for them?
The person she would die for has abandoned her. Her Commander. Her Soldier. Her everything. She marches on.

Empty.

It's hard to determine where her weapon ends and where she begins. She feels like a machine. Moving to the rhythm of the beat of every else's march. She misses his rhythm. His orders. Her guide. The stench of his desertion keeps every one else away.

She shakes her head to erase the images of better days long gone. She needs to do this for herself. She needs to prove to herself that she hasn't lost herself in his shadow.

She looks ahead and lets her mind focus on the footsteps surrounding her. Becoming more like the weapon she was supposed to be.