Kærlighed: One Shots

Tre ord, elleve bogstaver, én betydning; Jeg elsker dig.

Her vil jeg skrive en masse One Shots, om kærlighed. - Nogle vil være danske, andre engelske.


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"Please, don't go," I cried and hugged my brother. My sweet, loving brother, I loved him what all my heart, but sometimes he took the wrong choices.
"Please, sis, I have to hurry," he smiled and pulled me closer, "They might leave without me, and we wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?" He laughed at me and kissed my forehead.
"You can't do this, listen to me, you'll get killed!" I cried, why wouldn't he listen to me? Did he have to go to war? Couldn't he fight for his country some other way? Why did I always have to be the responsible? He's the oldest for crying out loud.
"I love you, sis, I promise I'll get home to you again, okay? Now, I have to go, love you." Once again he kissed my forehead, which made me smile.
"I love you, too."

He didn't keep that promise, he never came home to me…
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