blue-lament

The small white snowflakes swirled down, spinning and spiraling until they hit the ground. On days like these, the only thing that enters someone's mind is, "Why am I still I here when I could be out there?" But to some and one especially, it wasn't anything like those days. The small snowflakes weren't snowflakes at all, but ashes from the burnt down buildings and houses that now littered the ground. The structures left standing were only memories of what was and is now, Garicia. Underneath the twisted pieces of metal and rubbles lay corpses. Those of the soldiers and people who had decided not to run. They were the war's sacrifice. In t