Literature
My Reason To Fight | Child!RaidenxChild!Reader |
He swore as he looked down at the ground, kicking away a rock. He looked up at the sunset, the orange glow lighting up his platinum hair. He wiped his nose, some gunpowder leaving its residue on it. He let out a shaky sigh and sat down on the log, turning to see his best friend and comrade as she approached him.
"Today was a hard day, Jacky." You said quietly, sitting down next to him.
He took your hand and rubbed his thumb across your knuckles, "Tomorrow will only be harder, (Name)."
"I know. I wish they wouldn't make us do this..."
"They give us food and shelter, (Name). If we want that, and our lives, we have to do it."
"But Jacky...