The sound of bombs being dropped, the scent of burning flesh, and the sight of man murdering his fellow man. In short, the beginning of a war: a world war, to be exact. “I’m happy,” I told myself, trying to stave off the immense amounts of guilt I felt. I forced myself to smile and look up at the culprit, the direct cause of all the guilt that I felt: the sadistic, abusive, dictatorial man. I started to cry, and he was upon me in an instant, his warm embrace making me feel like it was all worth it. A single tear rolled down my face, and he gently wiped my face with the back of his hand, giving me a small peck on the cheek as he did so. “Don't worry,” he whispered softly in my ear, his spiky brown hair brushing up against my face “all this bloodshed will eventually result in a world ruled by our neverending love.” I gently brushed him off me, reaching toward my side as I did so. I adjusted my bow, threw an arrow on it as I took aim, and fired. Within seconds, the battlefield had turned into a holocaust, the scent of burning flesh overwhelming me almost immediately. I turned around as I covered my face from the unbearable stench, and saw a sight that made me overcome with joy: the love of my life laughing, The fact that he ran up to me and kissed me full on the lips afterwards made my heart skip a beat, and I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. “Oh Seran,” he said after having run around in glee, “you’ve made me so happy… I think I’ll repay the favor.” As he said the last part, he started to rub my thigh, while also leaning in to bless my neck with a multitude of tiny kisses. My hands where he couldn’t see them, I clenched my fists to keep myself from quivering in fear: he’s in a good mood today, maybe he won’t be as rough, I thought, calming down a little. As soon as I calmed down, I felt my head smash against the ground, and I cried out from the excruciating pain. Guess not, I thought, fresh blood seeping out from the fresh wound. Despite all of this pain, guilt, and pure terror I was feeling, I knew what I had done was right: after all, I had done what most people would never get the chance to. I found someone who truly loved me, and, despite all his shortcomings, was the best boyfriend I’d ever known. And that made it all worth it, gave me the justification I needed to know I had made the right choice. I mean, the saying goes, “all's fair in love and war,” right? Hypocrisy, torture, even murder, it was alright, as long as I was able to be with the one I loved. Having come to this realization, I unclenched my fists, letting my sadistic, abusive, dictatorial lover take control of my body, my thoughts, and, most of all, my free will.