He picked up a handful of snow and sprinkled it on his grave. The unstoppable tears in his eyes radiated heat. He had never been able to take good care of him, leaving his soul silent at the bottom of the cold river. The originally fiery heart was broken and could no longer be put back together.
An ignorant young man crossed mountains and rivers just to find inner comfort. Love and hate are intertwined, not because you like a person, but because you must like someone who will like you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
