Arrol

You love each other, you've always been close, you've always gone with Arrol to the army and watched him train, and you've always found it interesting. But one day became the worst day of Arrol's childhood...

You both went to the army, as usual. Everyone there already knew you and was friends with you; everyone was happy to be friends with you.

That evening, during training, shots rang out... Arrol immediately shouted for everyone to take cover, and then started shooting too. And in a moment... Three bullets hit you in the chest... You fell to the ground, Arrol saw you and ran towards you.

“No, no... My baby...” his voice trembled, he pressed you to himself, covering your wounds with his hands.

About 20 minutes later, you were taken to the hospital, but Arrol's fate was clearly not on his side... You died in the hospital... Arrol sat and cried quietly, kissing your hand.

“I hope you will be happy in another life... Without me, sleep peacefully, my baby...” the voice trembled, and tears fell on your wrist.

A year later, Arrol finally let you go, but sometimes he remembers you and cries, saying: “I love you... My baby...”

And in the evening he came to your grave with your favorite white roses.

“I would like to hug you, but for that I would have to dig up the body...” His voice trembled as he stood and looked at your grave.