Vincent

Something itches, just under his skin. If he could only scratch it away. But it's always there, wanting to get out. At night during the combat exercises. When he is drinking beer with his comrades. Something's here. Inside him. It's not really buried, you can see waves on the surface of the lake. Sometimes he gets angry, sometimes he stops talking for days. He's afraid of what it could be, but he is also curious, wondering who he could be, if he just lets go.

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