In an attempt to communicate with Artyom, Pavel goes the distance but makes a mistake along the way.
Mute!Artyom, Healed!Moscow, basically life is a little easier for them.
Is it possible for eyes to look past a veil and paint a face to suit imagination.
(Since this is my first poem on wattpad suggestions and comments would be highly welcome.)
Moje krótkie wyobrażenie z 12 rozdziału (Polis) części Metra 2033... czyli po prostu....co było gdyby przy rozmowie u Daniły nasi dwaj bohaterowie zachlali się do takiego stanu iż nie wiedzą co robią ^^
It's a short story, so hop on without the fear of getting addicted, but can't help the hangover.
The story is about a girl's chance encounter with her high school crush.
Will she use this golden opportunity and confess or let it slip?