La huella de lo que fuimos

La huella de lo que fuimos

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¿Puede el dolor del pasado hacernos más fuertes o solo dejar una huella que nunca desaparecerá? Alma vivió una terrible guerra que impactó toda su adolescencia y que sigue influenciandola en sus decisiones. Cada día era una batalla en la que tenía que sobrevivir. En las entrañas de un refugio subterraneo deberá seguir adelante a pesar de las atrocidades que ve a diario. Entre paredes de ladrillo opresantes y los ecos de las bombas cayendo lo conoció a él. Axel, un joven como ellla atrapado entre la desesperación y la esperanza que la situación del país cambie. Esas noches, en las que se respiraba miedo y muerte, entre los murmuros de las bombas quedaban ellos dos, formando una conexión inexplicable con cada mirada y gesto. ¿Es posible encontrar el amor en medio del caos? ¿Puede la guerra destruir todo lo que conocemos, incluso nuestros sentimientos más profundos? , ¿Puede un lazo tan poderoso como el de ambos evaporarse por el paso del tiempo?
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