Guards pushed me inside the cell.
I crawled and pinned myself in the corner, still refusing to believe all the things I heard.
No way! There's no way!
I felt he loved me! His smiles. His touch. His kisses. His dad jokes. Are those things also just pretense?
All the things he did, everything he said! Are they not real?
Am I dreaming? I need to wake up from this horrible dream.
But then I faced reality when I saw the other soldiers inside the prison with me. We were all clumped together in one cell. The prison is crowded.
They look hopeless and helpless. Their hopes are shattered.
Their eyes are full of anxiety and fear.
Most of them probably thought they would have a better life if we accomplished the mission.
But the mission failed.
And I was responsible for this tragedy.
If I pulled the trigger, if I didn't hesitate, we wouldn't be here.
But if I pulled the trigger, the prince would have died.
