His eyes are a kaleidoscope of greens and browns, mixing together in the most enrapturing way. HIs body is lieth and strong, and it holds the most unexplainable warmth. His laugh is soft and deep, and...

A sweet dream, A soft kiss goodnight;

It’s a choice to stay with them as they die.

Sometimes it takes a while. It takes a while for things to matter again.

He remembered the way he loved her.

He cried, he told me. Not for himself but for them, the ones who would never walk back into their mother’s arms, hold their children; but instead would die in this cold night and these barren fields.

Why didn’t you just let me die. That’s what I wanted to do.