War is hard. War takes lives. It steals your hope and freedom. War is like a dying rose, fighting for its last breath. War is happening. War is near. We all sense it. Each step we take is one closer to losing the world we know and love. Not much of love anymore. Love is the last thing we have, and most of us have already thrown it away. For Hayvean, love was all she needed. If she had it, she would be the happiest person alive, war or not. But love is also hard. Love causes war. Love is war. Not many people realize it. And those who do, ignore it. For Pares, it could very well be the downfall of society. Humanity would be killed off, the remaining only being the killers.
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