A single drop of rain fell on his nose. His reaction was immediate, curling into a ball, pushing himself farther beneath the debris. He hated the water, it reminded him of the bombs, how they fell from the sky... it was raining then too. Shutting his eyes tight at the memories, he didn't want to remember, too much hurt, too much pain on that day, and the years that followed after that.
Why? Why did they drop the bombs?! Why'd they take him!?
He wishes he could cry
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The Weight of the Rain
Художественная прозаStrad's world explodes into chaos as cities fight for power, and once finally getting settled he finds his world once more being turned upside down as bombs are dropped decimating his town, taken from the ruins of his home with his older brother Osc...
