Rarely, the prisoners were visited by their relatives. But the exception kissed Sara that morning. But that kiss was bitter, it was a kiss of good-bye. Her cousin showed up with a letter and an avoidant look. It was obvious that something had happened. Words weren't necessary, sometimes the Soul hears the bad news before our ears: Her love had died!
Her eyes filled with tears while she held that letter against her chest. She looked at the sender and saw it was signed by him. She extended her hand to Azaak and said:
-Read it for me! Please, read it for me!
And Azaak took the letter from her hand and started reading...
Rarely, the prisoners were visited by their relatives. But the exception kissed Sara that morning. But that kiss was bitter, it was a kiss of good-bye. Her cousin showed up with a letter and an avoidant look. It was obvious that something had happened. Words weren't necessary, sometimes the Soul hears the bad news before our ears: Her love had died! Her eyes filled with tears while she held that letter against her chest. She looked at the sender and saw it was signed by him. She extended her hand to Azaak and said: -Read it for me! Please, read it for me! And Azaak took the letter from her hand and started reading...