Tag: truma

  • Fragile Monuments

    Fragile Monuments

    “Will you remember me?” The boy’s voice was light and airy, like pillows filled with feathers, and bright light blocked his face from view. “Of course!” Relia said, eyes burning with certainty. There was no way she would ever forget him. “Are you sure?” “Yes, silly. No matter how much time passes, I’ll always remember…