The Battle 9.2

Everything had changed. Without Ivan, nothing was the same. 

The sky, once blue, had turned into a gray canvas. The colors that had once adorned it were no longer a rainbow, but rather gray streaks of pain. 

There was no longer the warmth promised by sunlight. Everything felt the same every day-empty. 

Even the moon, which had always been soothing, had lost its charm. Its once beautiful light seemed pale, as if trapped in an eternity of faint shadows. 

The breeze felt hollow. The ground was no longer firm, like a fragile foundation that could collapse at any moment. 

There were no more bursts of laughter. Everything had been replaced by silence. Every corner that had once witnessed the happiness of two souls had become mute in its helplessness. 

Fate had decreed. An invisible distance had been created, limiting the space and time that could do anything. The only thing left was a space of longing that willingly inflict