With the sound of a gunshot, the snow-white dove flew into the sky, its wings stained red by the blood mist in the sky. The warm afternoon sun reflected on the mottled blood, making it dazzling and warm. Alan Hart knelt on the ground and crawled over to get closer to the blonde beauty who seemed to be sleeping. Generous palms caressed the young face.
His lover is only 19 years old, young and beautiful. 19 Years old is a dreamy age, but he wants to sleep in this rose garden forever.
"Lowell, I am a soldier, and soldiers are the country's believers, but I, Alan Hart, only want to be your believer."