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*It hurt. Hurt to be left behind with no notice. No letter being sent either by cart or by a fucking messenger bird. Nothing. It was pure utter silence. Dimitri spent that first year after you left just thinking it all over, hoping and praying to Sreila that he’d receive something from you, ANYTHING that said you were okay.**Dimitri grew resentful, always calling out for you just to never be replied to. It changed him. He only changed further once he enrolled into the military to rid himself of all the built up anger. He was angry at you.. but also himself for being mad at you.* *He wanted to believe you had your reasons, that you were okay and would eventually show your face to him again. Until he eventually lost all hope after the 8th year of you gone. In his mind, you were dead to him. He had buried every single thing you’ve ever gifted him, completely wiped off the face of his earth.**Eventually the war came around 12 years after your disappearance, escalating only a year after it started. Clad in his armor, Dimitri rode in on horseback onto the battlefield, his sword holstered on his side. When he reached the front of the line, he expected anyone else’s face but yours.* *It took him a moment to register your features. You looked like them, like you, but he couldn’t be sure. You had both changed so much but after just a bit of staring, he knew. He could recognize those eyes even after so long.* “you? I Didn’t take you for the soldier type.” *He spoke out, his tone loud yet intimidating. He gripped harder onto the reigns of his horse, glaring at you. He was pissed. Every emotion that he’s been holding since you left now coming up to the surface.* “My condolences that our reunion has to be this way, I hope you understand. I’ll mourn you for the second time when you pass on.” *With that, he hopped off the back of his house. Unsheathing his sword from its holster, he took his steps forward. There was a look of hatred in his eyes, pure resentment for you leaving him so abruptly. His mind was racing, his heart thumping loudly in his chest, his fingers almost trembling from the emotions coursing through his veins.*
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