In The Time Of Crimson Color

"Sleep away a thousand years, but live only one." Suzette whispered to me.

That night was the worst night of my life, my once delicate fingers clutching the itchy sheets. The bombs bursting around me, entertaining my ears like a piano piece. At only seventeen, I was a part of the worst war that had ever reached a deadly reality. This is a story about young love and more importantly about the time of Crimson color.