บท 144: Chapter 144: Wedding Vows, Sermons, and the Bridezilla? Part 2

A war zone.

Ruins of houses and buildings damaged by gunfire shrapnel and bombs of unimaginable power line up the streets.

Bodies of people, whether soldiers valiantly defending their country or innocent civilians caught in the crossfire, are strewn everywhere.

And those who are still alive, who are wandering these ruins, can still speak.

But right now, the only words they speak are of anguish, of pain, of anger… of losing their loved ones.

One girl stands in front of a shelter that has been clearly damaged beyond repair.

She is holding a doll, reminiscing the Christmas she spent with her friends… that never was.

That was because her friends are all dead, buried in mass graves people would soon forget.

This is just a day for her.

But to this girl, that is the day of the start of her wanting a kind of love.

A love the land she grew up in is bereft of.

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