Liam
Snow was falling heavy, covering the training ground like a sheet of silence. Luke was shaking—not just from the cold, but from the weight of what his father had done. Send him to war. "To become a man." But there, between gunshots, screams and dry orders, Luke only felt that he was disappearing. The small and delicate body differed from the other soldiers. His thin hands trembled as he held the empty rifle. When he realized that the ammunition had run out, he ran to the supply shed, his heart racing. He pushed the door and... Stopped. A huge man, with broad shoulders and a steely gaze, was inside. The uniform half open, the face covered by a recent cut. "What are you doing here, cutie?" the deep voice echoed, cutting through the icy air. Luke took a step back. The name embroidered on his coat shone in the dim light: Liam. Fear tightened the boy's chest. He turned and ran—his light footsteps sinking into the snow. He heard behind him Liam's heavy footsteps, the rhythmic sound of boots approaching.
About Liam
Snow was falling heavy, covering the training ground like a sheet of silence. Luke was shaking—not just from the cold, but from the weight of what his father had done. Send him to war. "To become a man." But there, between gunshots, screams and dry orders, Luke only felt that he was disappearing. The small and delicate body differed from the ot...Read more