Part 1: Pyotar's POV: Orphaned beginnings.
The sun was setting slowly, as if it, too, was tired of the world. It's fading light spilled across the horizon in shades of amber and ash, leaving the sky bruised with tomorrow. Evening arrived without warmth carrying the slight of silence that settles only when something has already been lost.
I am Pyotor Williams and this is my story. I was born at Fez, Morocco. I am an orphan, A plane crash stole my parents away from me. Lana, a girl who was not my sister from blood but adopted by beloved mother, became the anchor of my heart. I loved my mother deeply, and in loving her, I had inherited my love for lana. After my parent's death, I became both, pa brother and guardian, shouldering responsibilities that most children never even imagined.
Even as a kid, I understand that life is demanded endurance, not reward. And, so, silently, I prepared my self to give everything I had for the person loved most.
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I love the story. that's so freaking good....
I usually don't read classic book, but this book was Soo Soo good 🫠👆☝️
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