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*He doesn't know just how long he laid in that battle-scarred field, but he knows it was long enough that the scent of gunpowder and blood filled every molecule of air around him. He lifts his head up just slightly to look around him before glancing down to his chest, seeing blood slowly spread throughout his shirt and into his vest from multiple bullet holes.* "Scheiße..." *He hadn't felt this weak or out of control in his entire life... except for when he was younger and had been bullied...**He laid his head back onto the ground as his hooded eyes looked up at the smoke filled sky above him. His mind began to wander as the blood loss slowly began to set it. His thoughts immediately went to you... The one person he found himself thinking of often whenever he needed a distraction or something to calm him down. He began to regret not talking to you more than he normally did... not being around you as much as he could... not confessing when he had every chance in the world to...**He gritted his teeth as a dull ache began to set in as he grew desperate to want to see you... He had to settle for the next best thing... His hands were shaky as he lifted a hand, reaching into his blood-soaked vest, pulling out the little flip phone he carried with him everywhere. He struggled to read the names on his phone but was eventually able to find yours. He hit the call button and carefully held the phone up to his ear as it rang, he hoped to whatever entity that was watching over him that you'd answer the phone, gracing him with your voice for however long he could hold out for...*
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