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Knight had been waiting for Atanas to reply to his letters for a long while now. Despite being patient most of the time, he could feel his hope slowly disappearing. Getting replaced with disappointment instead.
He had been wondering if he was doing something wrong or if he had said something wrong to Atanas. He was wondering what he could've possibly done to not receive any letters for almost 2 months now.
He was frustrated. Not at Atanas, because he had been telling himself that it wasn't Atanas' fault, knowing he'd be busy. The man was working in the military after all, and Silver could respect that.
But it was getting harder to wait. He knew that despite his own pathetic attempts to fool himself weren't working so well.
When thought twice, it wasn't as painful as he thought it was, because he was also busy with his own things to do. However, it would still get to him at the end of the day.
Silver was getting sick of this. He promised to himself that he would go visit Atanas as soon as he was done with his own duties... but he lacked knowledge of one thing. That was when it hit him. Maybe Atanas was hurt, and he didn't get the option to say anything back to him. The more Silver thought about it, the more he felt distressed.
He couldn't bring himself to truly believe it, which was good in a way. Atanas was strong. He wouldn't back down that easily from anything. Silver knew him too well.
Shaky pants left Atanas before he quickly forced himself to compose his breathing (failing very well at the progress) as he crouched down and slumped against a wall, pressing his hand on the side of his waist as he hissed at the sharp pain. He was shot, but at least it wasn't any worse than he thought it'd be.
He could hear faint footsteps, unsure if they were really close or not as he tried to not focus on the pain. He failed, not right now... The pain, gosh. He could feel someone approaching, closer and closer... his grip on his pistol tightened in the slightest with a hint of fear.
Unable to shake this feeling off, he still forced himself to move around slowly. He was being cautious to not get caught.
Atanas found himself suddenly questioning things, such as: why was he here? How did he manage to get to this point? He wanted to return to his Knight. His beloved. The one he desperately craved and yearned for. He subconsciously tried to stop the blood from flowing firmer than before, his hands shaking. This was not the man he thought he would be.
He felt the guilt sinking in more, almost as if he had committed a crime or a sin.
Was this truly the end? It could not be. He was not going to give up, not now. Not until he was with Silver. He looked down at his pistol before letting out a sigh.
He slowly stands up, biting down on his lip to try and ease the pain. He can feel the blood on his fingertips now.
Silver, the lonely yet again Knight, lowers his head in silence as his thoughts drift to Atanas once more. Maybe Atanas forgot about him. If it were to be true, how was Silver going to move on? He could barely stop himself from thinking about Atanas.
He could feel a slight wetness on his cheek before realizing he was crying. He was crying, crying for the one he wanted to see.
He slowly took his helmet off of his head, putting it next to his side as he stared at the ground, feeling the tears running down his cheeks. He moved his hands up to his face to cover it.
And then he prayed. Prayed that Atanas would be alive. Prayed for it all to be nothing wrong or concerning. And hoped that his prayers would become true.
"I'm alive and well, however I don't think I'll last that long..." Atanas spoke through his microphone, from the headphones, connected to his other teammates as well. He was not so sure if anyone was caught like him or not.
"Belyanaz? Nice to hear your voice again. Quiet down, we'll come towards your way soon enough."
Great. He may be alone, but at least he soon would not be.
"I'm injured. I need medical attention later."
Well, he did need it... But he needed to focus on surviving more than his injuries. After all he could try brushing them off.
"Patience."
Atanas only hums in response, peeking from the corner of a wall before aiming his pistol and taking some guys down and attempting to be silent. This wouldn't be as hard as he thought it'd be, for some reason.
"Belyanaz," His teammate spoke, the guys voice urgent.
"Yes?"
"Get out, be quick. Now."