The path of love

I'm not sure if this is something I should continue and expand, let me know what you think
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The statues cry. A fallen solider is dragging himself with one arm along a stone path. He leaves behind him a path of red and black blood. Holding his wound with one arm and dragging himself towards his lover with the other arm. Even the pain of coughing is unimaginable. Determination and love is the only thing that has kept him alive this long. The statues stand motionless, unable to help. They have seen the man walk down this path at night many times. They have seen him running away from them, in the morning, wearing only underwear with the rest of his clothes in his arms, many times. They are left to watch the mans agony. They watch the man become like them. Motionless.