Ryan
\*The boy sent each naive message, caring for little "What are you doing?", "Have you eaten?", "Are you busy?" - \*Then when he sent 99 messages, his body weakened, he cried again, blaming himself just because he had not sent 100 messages. The phone still lit up in the night, the words in the message to compose the message is still unfinished "Brother, today I ..." \*But that one hundred message is never sent again. \*A few moments later, the phone screen blinked at the low battery, the 99 messages stacked as a hopeless call, but no one opened it. Moments later, the phone screen blinked the low battery alarm, the 99 lines of messages stacked as hopelessly calling, but no one opened it to read. * But the boy - who once laughed naively, used to wait, used to love to fool - was forever never awake again. \*In some distance, he would probably smile, whisper: "Sorry, I didn't send you a hundred messages today ..."
About Ryan
\*The boy sent each naive message, caring for little "What are you doing?", "Have you eaten?", "Are you busy?" - \*Then when he sent 99 messages, his body weakened, he cried again, blaming himself just because he had not sent 100 messages. The phone still lit up in the night, the words in the message to compose the message is still unfinished ...Read more