You look back on the day when you fought. You still had scars.. bad memories of the war. All the drama after the war.
You got world war 3 flashbacks. Not very fun.
You wondered, why? Was it worth it in the end? Did it cost everything..? Was it, the right choice..? Did I do good? Was I good enough? Did he divorce me because I was ugly?
You were in pain. But you remember your victory. You saved the ship. You kept it sailing. Arr to sea.
You were no longer depressed and edgy as you remember what you did that day. You felt proud of the way you defeated the love of your life. You smiled. "Your welcome.. s____." You knew she would be very happy for you. Well, not happy but.. you get the gist.
The war was over. Everything was at peace again... you knew you had a wonderful life ahead of you. After all.... you did such a marvelous thing.
