Word Count: 147
Warning/s: Mentions of a war, and some blood.
Summary: Russell remembers the day he stopped feeling empty.
A/N: I use English names for I play the English games and speak the English language.
Due to my bad habits of not writing, I will attempt to submit one of these a day. Unless I have like ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to write or fell asleep
DISCLAIMER: Paid 40 dollars for Rune Factory and still don't own it.
Russell still has dreams about that day. Not all of them pleasant.
He dreams of the blood; of his comrades' bodies strewn across the wide expense of the field; of the silence.
Sometimes he wakes up drenched in sweat, scared and disoriented until he remembers what happened next. Sometimes the dream continues and lulls his nightmares.
But always, when he wakes up, he goes into Cecilia's room and stands in the doorway, looking upon her peaceful face, until he feels the void in him recede once more.
On particularly bad days, he would sit against the bed and listen to her breathing, reminding himself of the day he found her crying in a battlefield littered with his comrades' bodies.
Reminding him that on that day he filed his resignation as a soldier.
And filed an order form for a new heart, a new life, and a family.