I keep fallin’ down
If you could only save
I’m drowning in the waters of myself
There’s nothing left to say now…
Cold, stiff, and still…that’s what her body felt like. Even her once warm and fluffy coat curls were now coarse and rigid, feeling as if they could be snapped as they froze over from the cold. Viktor lay his head down on her still ribs, wishing and hoping with all his might that she would inhale finally and stand, facing him once more with her warm and comforting smile…but, despite him wishing so hard, he knew it would never happen. She was gone. He silently stared off into the distance as his chin rested in her coat. The only noise was the sound of the cold wind blowing through the trees and over the snow covered ground. Slowly, he closed his brown eyes…
Inspired by “Nothing Left to Say" by Imagine Dragons.
Viktor and Vouschka © to me Dezzoi
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Street Style Seconds Zagreb, 1930s edition.
photo by Đuro Janeković