: An extract from a burnt letter. The thought that you are alone, even without a mother, an innocent boy struggling to stand up on his own with a BIG Zero in life killed me every time. I don't know how to explain the feelings I had all the time. He was with me in every step I took. He took me all around the city and got out the coward inside my alone, guilty self. I lived every single moment with him, getting burned inside. We were looking at the purple skies that create art all over the sky and how the mood stealthily enters to the sky in that twilight, which is the time you should never be…