The days that followed the conversation with James felt like they were slipping through Sofia’s fingers, each one a blur of emotions she couldn’t quite process. The war, which had once been a relentless force in her life, had now become secondary to the chaos brewing within her heart. Marco’s presence lingered in every corner of the camp, his touch, his words echoing in her mind, even when she tried to push him away.
But the more she tried to avoid him, the more he seemed to pull her in.
Sofia stood by the edge of the camp that evening, watching the smoke rise from the fires of the soldiers as the sun dipped low. The sky above was a perfect shade of crimson, a reminder of the bloodshed that had brought them all here. But in the quiet moments, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was the o
