"He briefly thought that the road had been extended indefinitely, but what blocked them was a glass wall in the middle. They could see every bit of each other, even the open wounds, but no one could touch the other."
A story about compromise.
Love is nothing more than giving and compromising. Compromising is harder than giving. The story of a man who was used to the pain of compromise but was pushed to move forward and a man who never had to compromise and held his own future firmly in his hands.
Intention: Just write if you want to
