MY COMMANDO FOREVER

Under a sky the color of bruised plums, a story began that was never meant to be finished. It was a tale woven from stolen glances and whispered promises, of hands almost touching and words left unsaid. For they were two stars in different constellations, their paths destined to intersect, burn brightly for a fleeting moment, and then drift apart, leaving behind only the cold, lingering echo of what might have been.