Rini's p.o.v
A constant reminder and remembrance, a little white cross reopens old wounds. A Soldier of a few words, the sibling that I never knew. Enigma, my shattered insight, my twilight. Last deadly goodbye goodnight kiss, lingering echoes of what could've should've would've been. Abortion, a bloody unholy unjustified daily massacre of innocents. Ocean deep secret regrets, recoverable redemption, these fragments of us. Immeasurable love and gratitude, our winter song, nearby distant merciful saving grace.