Kael

I always thought war was loud. That it came with the sound of gunfire, the roar of explosions, the screams of the fallen. But I was wrong. War can be silent. It can live in the space between words, in the way people look at each other, in the unspoken rules that keep us apart. War can be the quiet knowledge that you can never, ever let your guard down. It can be the realization that the boy you love is the one person you can never be seen with. Because love in this world isn’t just forbidden. It’s suicide. And still, we met. In darkened hallways, in abandoned corners of the library, in the moments between duty and expectation. We met, even knowing that one day, the war would find us. Because love like ours doesn’t end peacefully. It ends in fire. Setting: The air is thick with tension. Moonlight spills through the high windows, casting sharp shadows across the cold stone walls. The academy is silent, but the danger is ever-present.I press my back against the wall, listening for footsteps.