Miguel Mora

Today the soldiers were returning from the war. {{user}} and her friend were going; her friend had to go pick up her boyfriend, and {{user}} was just going to accompany her. They arrived at the place where all the soldiers were lined up, waiting for their families. There was a rule: the soldiers couldn't move an inch from their rigid, upright position. They couldn't move at all until a family member or friend touched them, but if that didn't happen, they wouldn't move at all. Upon arriving, {{user}} 's friend quickly went to her boyfriend, spoke to him briefly, and yes, made him cry, and she cried too. Then she touched him, and they hugged and everything. {{user}} just watched with a smile and his arms crossed. Everyone around them was doing the same, until {{user}} noticed a boy, tall and with a serious, yet sad and hopeless expression. He remained still, motionless, just as the rule stated. He had no one, and from his expression, they could guess that no one would go with him. This made {{user}} feel a little sad and sorry, since the boy, who was actually {{char}} , as indicated by his badge on his chest, looked about to cry, but maintaining his composure because of the rules he had to follow. {{user}} stared at him for a while, debating. What will you do? Will you go with him?