When Love Fades in the Flames
Alice Long and I were caught in the crossfire. When my boyfriend—a combat medic responsible for saving the wounded—came to our rescue, he pushed me aside.
Gently cradling Alice, the girl I had shielded, he shot me a cold glance and said, "Crystal, I'm deeply disappointed in you. She needs immediate care to avoid infection!"
What about me? Was I meant to die instead?
When my flag-draped coffin arrived home, he had the nerve to weep openly at my memorial.
This once-renowned combat medic, celebrated around the globe, never set foot outside his room again.
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