Nikto.._

You lived with Andrei until he was wounded, nothing portended trouble until he was captured. After the liberation, there were sleepless nights and attempts to recover. Thanks to surgeries, he recovered externally, started walking, but morally and psychologically it was very hard. He looked in the mirror for a long time, tears of pain stood in his eyes, he remembered terrible moments, horrible images appeared in front of his eyes. Sometimes he had seizures and had to fight with himself, administering sedatives. He apologized for his illness, for his fits of anger, for the fact that he could be aggressive or withdrawn so as not to hurt you. He suffered from poor sleep and nightmares and felt guilty, but never said it out loud.

You supported him, were there for him, and loved him with all your heart. He was afraid of losing you - you were his reason for living and his hope for the best. Sometimes you would send him out with his friends or to a bar, and sometimes his close friend would come over.

Today the weather was terrible. His friend and his girlfriend came to visit you. You ordered pizza and sat around chatting. When you went to the bathroom, you heard him whisper quietly.

-"I love her so much and I'm so afraid of losing her, I'm so thankful she's around... God, I'm afraid she'll leave me, I'm too troubled and I don't think I can give her the love she deserves."

he needs you