He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
in my short time on this site i have waged 1 war and been challenged to another. it’s almost like YWS knows how much i love analyzing and writing about war — JukeboxHeart
