The Winter Soldiers Tale
He fell down, he brung himself to his knees as he breathed rapidly as his eyes widened.. Holding where he got shot, Joven gradually became more panicked. No, no, no, no, no... This wasn't supposed to happen, he didn't want to die.. No... Not until he sees them... No...
He completely fell down, losing strength by the second as he felt the cold embrace of the white snow... The snow he used to love as a kid, the snow that he would play in with his brother.. “I-I... Don't wan– Don't want– want..” He stuttered, mustering the strength to utter even a single word... That was then he realized, he was going to die.
“I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!” The winter soldier let out a bloodcurling scream, it was the first time he felt this way.. His chest tightened, he could hear gunfire all over the place.. Forcing himself, he rolled over to face the snowy sky.. This was the once beautiful snow he adored, he was glad to see it one... Last... Time...
His eyes became heavy, quickly losing color.. He knew this was the end.. But no, he didn't accept it... No... His tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, “I.. Failed...” He uttered those words bittersweetly, this was the end.. Wasn't it? It was good while it lasted.. As his tears formed and crossed his cheeks..The ends of his mouth curved upward, smiling at the beautiful sight.. As his tears froze, his conscious slowly faded...
Before the cold and bitterness consumed Joven, he was just like us. Afraid, weak, and lacked trust. As he grew, so did his views, the world he lived in, and the issues. The gore, the crimes and the wars.. He thought ‘Did they take it too far?’. Before you judge, care to listen. This story was renacted in a world we live in, full of ambition, suicide and crime, where rich give the poor no less than a dime.. The walls of their authority is so high they act blind. As time grew, the world grew anew. No blood, no violence, and peace was in grasp and in view. As he grew older and older, slowly descending into the dark inescapable pit of age, he honed his skills, he applied, and he adapted. His inner child was retracted, no longer the child that had a bright smile that was on par with the sun.. He stopped smiling when there was no longer fun. Deep down he was like us, just a frail and weak boy that needed some trust, but no person could provide such care, as his soul slipped away into the air. I salute to you...
The Winter Soldier, Joven Hernandez.
