Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Matt lay contentedly on the bed, wrapping his arms around Winona and kissing her slender fingers. She drew her fingers back and pinched on him with both shyness and anger. “Have you been coveting the hands of mine for a long time?”

He smiled wickedly, his fingers caressed across her lips, breasts, sliding down her waist, and landing on her delicate thighs. “Here, here, and here. I have been longing for them for a long time.”

“Matt, you rascal!” she said.

“We are flirting. Which inch of your body is not mine?” he asked.

She nudged him hard with her elbow. He covered the wound and gasped. Instantly she got panicked. “Did I hit your wound?”

He calmed down a bit. After his feeling of pain faded, he smiled at her. “I lied.”

“Matt, you liar! How can you make me worry for nothing?” she said.

“Don’t move and just let me hold you like this,” he said.

He held her tightly in his arms, breathing in the familiar fragrance of her body. Why was he so fascinated by her, as if he had seen her for the first time years ago?

It was raining outside the window. The night view in the distance was blurred while the splendid neon lights had been twisted into colorful lines. This scene made him think of the rainy night many years ago when he first met her.

“Did you ever think you would become a doctor? Perhaps many years ago you discovered that you had the potential to save lives?” he asked.

“No, I actually prefer design. At first I thought of learning some medical science so that one day I could cure Aileen’s illness. But I did not expect to become a chest doctor by accident,” she replied.

There was a trace of loss in his eyes. She did not remember him and did not remember what happened back then.

“Then did you ever think you would one day become the youngest general in Coscana?” she asked.

“No. I was just trying to survive,” he said.

dog, getting cold stares and being humiliated all the time. And then someone offered him an opportunity, and he had to take it.

look at him. “Matt, I believe it was not your fault back

seemed to be some kind of inexplicable feeling flowing in his body. For so many years, it was the first time he heard someone say this to him. All the others thought he was ruthless and scheming. Back then even Andrew Larson

to poison his mother. They believed he did this to win the sympathy of the Larson family and enter the family house with the identity of an orphan. After all, the only one person Hazel could

that your husband is a vicious and cunning

just believe you,”

chest rise and fall slowly. When she noticed her hair a little wet,

big hand. “How is that possible? I am not a winey

cried. It’s not a shame to cry in front of your wife,”

“Shut up!” he said.

suddenly felt funny and found him cute when he was moved.

“Men cry too

know that

doesn't make him

he expresses

Baby, Men cry too

that this is

are tears he cannot

can't push them

…”

this rainy night, he indulged himself again. He could not remember how many years he had not shed tears. Perhaps since that accident, he had become cold and

chest and cursed in anger,

when they made out last night. But he had been holding back from saying anything until she woke up in

bandage that was stuck to his flesh. He gasped. “Little devil, can’t you do it more

good at enduring pain last night?” she