He smashed the tank from the inside.
She touched his face through the fence. His skin was cold enough to leave frost on her fingertips.
That was a lie wrapped in a hope.
But the photograph is never thrown away.
Then it continues. Because the mission is all that remains.
He smashed the tank from the inside.
She touched his face through the fence. His skin was cold enough to leave frost on her fingertips.
That was a lie wrapped in a hope.
But the photograph is never thrown away.
Then it continues. Because the mission is all that remains.