Written as an entry for hannahsue-- 's Writing Contest

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I am a doctor.

I do my best to see the essence of life, continue on in all who seek my help. My only motive is the ability to possibly prolonging the lives of my patients.

Lives are precious to me. My own revolves around a certain man named Connor.

He is a soldier. For the country. For justice. For peace. The irony? He takes away precious lives to protect and to achieve all three.

But still, Connor's life is the most precious to me.

People's lives are always at stake in the context of both our jobs. It hurts me much to know that while I strive to save lives, he has often put an end to many. The differences between Connor and I are vast. But I believe, because of our differences, we are pulled together by the strings of fate.

And now that this man is in my life and this man is my life, I would do anything to make sure he is safe. That he comes home. Even if it means turning my life into a living hell. A living hell in the battlefield.

This is my life.

And I choose to have a life with him.

Living hell or not.

(205 words)