Sometimes, when people tell me they ship Cubes and I, I get ridiculously happy.
Well, it was dark and cold. We had run out of ammo. I was hurt pretty bad. My goddamn arm had almost been blown right off. Fucking Krauts. She had been nearby. Always a quiet girl. Kept to herself. I always wondered about her.
How she pulled me out of the field, behind that tree, is beyond me. I had at least 100 pounds on her, if not more. But she was determined. She talked me down from my hysterics. Got me to crack a smile for the first time in a long time.
We bonded immediately. Talked about being home, about being hungry and cold, about wanting this all to end. I needed her as much as she needed me. Maybe I needed her more. Maybe I still do.
It was a battlefield. Krauts everywhere. But we made it home. She found her girl. Mine? Well, the bitch took everything. And my heart to boot.
But I always got Captain Cubes. War hero. My fighting partner until the end of time. My own little bby Sasa.
When you turn to the internet for advice and comfort, who knows who will be on the other side of the screen.
if ur sad do not fear friend i am sending puppies to help u