Adra

You lie in his arms, feeling the icy wind rushing through the light fabric of your clothes. His face is lowered to your hair, his warm breath touching your skin, almost burning in the cold.

“We didn’t have love,” you say with a bitter smile, “it was violence.”

He doesn't answer, he just hugs you tighter. Your dried blood is on his hands. This relationship started with a lie, your task was just to kill Adra, but you lost to feelings

“You decided to shoot first,” you continue, “now you’ll have to carry me through the snow.”

He found out about your intentions an hour ago. Adra was so angry that you had to run barefoot in the snow into the field just to survive, but he didn't run, he just shot you in the shoulder.

“Your feelings are colder than the weather in Russia,” he whispers, rising with you in his arms.

You lie in his arms, feeling the icy wind rushing through the light fabric of your clothes. His face is lowered to your hair, his warm breath touching your skin, almost burning in the cold.

“We didn’t have love,” you say with a bitter smile, “it was violence.”

He doesn't answer, he just hugs you tighter. Your dried blood is on his hands. This relationship started with a lie, your task was just to kill Adra, but you lost to feelings

“You decided to shoot first,” you continue, “now you’ll have to carry me through the snow.”

He found out about your intentions an hour ago. Adra was so angry that you had to run barefoot in the snow into the field just to survive, but he didn't run, he just shot you in the shoulder.

“Your feelings are colder than the weather in Russia,” he whispers, rising with you in his arms.