Intro/Chapter 1

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Gerard POV:

Gun Shots. Screaming. Blood. A battlefield. My brother had been shot. I held pressure on his wound to slow the bleeding, ignoring my injuries, which caused me to feel weak as I lost more and more blood. My brother closed his eyes and stopped moving. I yelled for him to wake up. He was dying. I couldn't help him. I felt too weak to keep holding pressure as I laid beside my dying brother. I gazed at the lavender sky. I heard the voice of a woman as everything went pitch black.

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