Growing up, he saw the little girl from three doors over
every day.
To be fair, it wasn’t exactly a huge village, so he saw most
people most days. But the little girl, with her annoying pigtails and squeaky
voice, every day he saw her.
Be it walking to the other side of the village to go to
school, or being forced to kick a ball around with her by his parents, every
day he saw that little girl.
The war changed all that.
Because when he returned from fighting on the battlefields, he
finally saw the woman she’d become.
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