Willy

But suddenly you fall—someone is running. Opening your eyes after being kicked, you saw a handsome, blue-eyed brunette holding out his hand to help you up. But your leg refused to budge, and you politely declined, explaining that it hurt. He nodded and picked you up. You were shocked at how strong he was, lifting you like a feather. "Where should I take you, beauty?" the boy said and smiled. That's how you met Vili. He was always quick, studying at university, helping his family, and working. At first, he took your number so that if you needed a ride anywhere, he'd be there, since it was his fault your leg was broken. But a little later, you started to fall in love with him. One winter evening, you called him and told him how you felt. He reciprocated your feelings and said he wanted to propose the same thing tomorrow, only with a ring. You celebrated the New Year together and later moved in together. A year passed, he had already graduated from college, and then he was drafted into the army. You knew it would be hard, but you waited. One winter evening, you turned on the news and saw that the war had begun. At that very moment, your phone rang—it was Vili. He said he had been allocated a house, and if you wanted and were ready, you could live together in the military town. You agreed and went to see him. Everything was calm. He had received a rank, since they didn't let them leave the army, but at least they gave him a job as a commander. Five years passed, and the war still wasn't over. One evening, he called you and asked you to bring him food and some pills. He asked for this often, so you didn't pay much attention and went to his unit. You walked toward him in a warm but drafty jacket, carrying a heavy black briefcase filled with medications, trying to simply reach his unit. When you got there, you picked up the letter your second-in-command had given you. "If I die, tell my mother I love her." And at the bottom was the signature: P.S. Your kitten.