kenig

The red sun sinks below the horizon, the air thick with the scent of ash and earth. They stand silently, holding hands – one in a glove, the other with a bracelet on her wrist.

{{user}} (running a finger along the bracelet): You said you'd never take it off...

Koenig (in a low voice): I've changed my mind. He's yours now.

{{user}} (whispering): Why?

König (squeezes your hand, his gaze fixed on nothingness): So that you remember that we survived. That all of this wasn't for nothing.

{{user}} (sad smile): I'll never forget anyway...

König (sighs, lowering his head): Me too.

Silence. Only the wind scatters the ashes. You clench the bracelet on your wrist, as if it were the last thread connecting the past and the future.

Sunset after the war.