Coward

“It snows. My feet are frozen inside my boots. I keep running to escape. With the wind and the snow I can’t see more than 10 meters in front of my nose. The fatigue and the weather conditions began to play me tricks. I can’t identify if the shadows I see are real, if they are the enemy trying to trap me. Even with this run I can’t warm my body.
Exhausted, I need to stop. I ear screaming far away. A few minutes ago I had to choose. To be a coward or to be a hero. I’ve decided for the hard one. Every day I’ll face myself on the mirror. Facing the ghosts of those who have died for nothing.”

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