Looking back at those old days, when the night was not that peaceful, although it had the same dead calmness, freezing cold, and shivering breaths .. When the only concern was how to make one's heart never stop pumping, whether that meant blood or even hope .. When memories were the most precious thing one can possess .. "Some day you'll look back at these days and just smile!" he said .. A smile of accomplishment, or maybe deliverance!
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