as alexandria fell,
and their walls broke
with the whisper of an ending war,
a small letter he had taken the time to write for each and every person he loved — as a parting gift, was placed on an area of once dishoveld gravel,
now overgrown with grass.
the dying boy clung to his father,
hoping it would reach her,
somehow.
it did. he would, too.
he would reach her.
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 | 𝘤. 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴
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