Before the tragedy
I keep wondering what their life was like.
Doru and Donavich, side by side in the temple
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Doru suggesting ideas for his father’s sermon,
their dinners quiet, calm, filled with the warmth of routine.
And now all that’s left is silence. Well … I think silence will be better it’s only the screaming and crying from inside the house
God, it hurts how my brain rots over these cursed, tragic souls.











