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So long after his first war, his first victory, and he still plagued himself with little nightmares. A few hours of restless sleep and he would wake up, his heart racing and the images flashing before him. That red-haired child with teary eyes and a big smile, looked at him with her head held high, without fear, and never begging. The bullet sped through his head without even hesitating, causing his body to plunge into a pool of blood almost as red as his hair. And the rest of the night was restless, uncertain insomnia, with its regrets and sad smiles. Even after all this time, he still wondered where his Mail was... and, apart from the faint image of the always radiant smile, that silver cross was his only happy memory. Had the war ended his childhood innocence? -x-x-x-x-x- Matt X Mello - Short-fic
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View profileSeja bem-vindo(a) aí meu perfil. Como proceder quando você sabe o que falar mas não sabe o que falar? Bom, o importante, eu acho... Sou uma...
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