When the night is coming down
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Last published Mon, May 20, 2019
'Numele ei e Eve. Protejeaz-o, te rog. Te rog. Ea ne va salva pe toti. Te rog, salveaza-mi fetita. Ea nu a gresit cu nimic.'
Astea au fost ultimele ei cuvinte inainte sa-si dea ultima suflare. In bratele mele se afla acum un copil nou nascul. Nu scotea niciun sunet doar ma privea. Ma privea cu cei mai mari si mai patrunzatori ochi verzi pe care i-am vazut in viata mea. Ea era misiunea mea acum. Eu trebuia sa o protejez si o sa fac asta cu pretul vietii mele.
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