The winter is beautiful. So, so beautiful.

If it wasn’t him dying on the ground, maybe, he would admire it too.

Eralash stares at the night sky quietly, barely breathing. His body’s sore, everything hurts and bleeds. Maybe it was a cruel joke - to leave him slowly dying in the cold and loneliness? Eralash doesn’t know.

If only he could visit his granny once again.

(pls if you take this idea, add me as an original creator of it. it annoys me seeing people copying my script.)