The day the clouds collapsed - unwritten fate. It was the last brush stroke - unexplained pain. The final blow for both of them and only shades of grey are left now. She could hardly drop a tear, he was a completely broken father.
Endless struggle every night. No time to dream. One of them could touch the light through a broken tree. Surrounded by those who care but laid down their arms. All the letters were not read...for two and a half he was a father.