Lev laid in the field of gold, looking up to the heavens. He grabbed a handful of the dark, soil beneath him and cupped it around his nose. It smelt of blood, and of her. The red paint that splattered the wheat stalks around him was nothing to fear anymore, because she was here. She would save him again. Those sad eyes would look upon him very soon. His own eyes began to close, and the pain was slowly seething out of his body.
Where was she?
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Loving the Lieutenant
Romance"I was born for war, but you were born for me" In a war-torn Europe, love has to survive not only bullets and missiles, but betrayals, spies, affairs, assassins and most of all, time. The story of how one Autumn evening, in the cold corner of the...
