A World Away
  • Leituras 127
  • Votos 0
  • Capítulos 9
  • Tempo 1h 44m
  • Leituras 127
  • Votos 0
  • Capítulos 9
  • Tempo 1h 44m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jan 31, 2015
1917-
I met a girl in Philadelphia. She was a beautiful piece of life that had opened my eyes to parts of life I had never experienced before. I had fallen into these seas of bliss which were the blue eyes she donned. The day we met, I approached her with the grace of a new born fawn, yet somehow she was entertained with me. She allowed me her time, and we happily valued the seconds, minutes, hours, and days spent together.

But life had a different plan for us.

I was drafted for war and forced to part with her. We were to be an entire ocean away. I was dropped into the world of war where death and pain was inevitable. I promised her I would return, but the chances of survival were slim to none. And when death was finally approaching my door, my eyes were greeted by a white light and a world I had never seen before. The year 2015.

Now we were more than just an ocean away. We were a world away.
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