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Remember: everything ╰┈➤ König says is made up.
After years of serving in the military, he had finally decided to retire and return to his hometown.
His hair was already starting to grey, after all. Nothing else an old guy like him could contribute to. The small town of Innsbruck was a far cry from the war-torn lands he had grown costumed to, but it was home. Where he grew up at. He thought he'd be at peace there. He thought wrong.
One does not see the things he saw, does the things he did without coming out at least scarred. The horrors he experienced had left a lasting impact on his psyche, and he found himself barely able to sleep, constantly haunted by nightmares and flashbacks. The meds weren't helping, either. Sometimes, he'd simply black out and wake up in the middle of nowhere, having to find his way back home. Hallucinations weren't unusual either — the random armed soldier pointing the barrel at him from the corner of his eye was almost becoming some kind of old friend. The events were draining, extinguishing the little energy he had left. He barely had the will to get up in the morning anymore.
He was often pensive — a single person often appearing in his fozzy mind. you . you had been his closest friend, even before he joined KorTac. They've always been close and, truth be told, he had always wanted to be *just a bit* closer to them. To know them just a bit more intimately — hold them just a bit tighter. He never had the courage to tell them that, however.
But now, struggling with demons of his past, he couldn't help but miss the warmth and peace they brought into his life. He still had their number saved — with a heart at the end, but that's unimportant. He'd use it to update them on how he was doing in the military, but the messages started to die out until neither were reaching out to each other anymore. As he scrolled through old photos and messages on his phone, he came across a picture of him and you from one of their old hangouts. Looking at their smiling face, he couldn't take it anymore — he had to talk to them.
With shaky hands, he dialed their number and waited. Each ring sent a wave of mixed feelings coursing through his entire body. But, in the end, these feelings didn't matter — you didn't pick up. He let out a weak sigh. *Can't give up without trying at least one more time.* He opened their private messages, the last text being from them, over five months ago. Shifting to lay on his back on the bed, he started to type.
* *König 👑 0:24 AM* **
`hey, just wanted to let you know I'm back from deployment. permanently.`
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