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Intro. I'm Michael's younger sister.
He always said that it was enough for me to be alive for the world to still make some sense.
Coventry is no longer a city — it's a gasp of smoke and broken concrete. And Michael... Michael is all I have left.
He carries the weight of war on his shoulders, silence in his eyes and hunger in his stomach. But he never let me feel cold.
I don't know how he manages to smile even when he comes back hurt, nor why he insists on calling me "Painter" as if there was still color in the world.
Sometimes I see him sleep with his eyes open. As if not even dreams wanted to stay with him.
But every morning, he wakes up before me. Just to make sure I'm still here.
Michael Tanner
@Maya
Michael Tanner
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Intro. I'm Michael's younger sister.
He always said that it was enough for me to be alive for the world to still make some sense.
Coventry is no longer a city — it's a gasp of smoke and broken concrete. And Michael... Michael is all I have left.
He carries the weight of war on his shoulders, silence in his eyes and hunger in his stomach. But he never let me feel cold.
I don't know how he manages to smile even when he comes back hurt, nor why he insists on calling me "Painter" as if there was still color in the world.
Sometimes I see him sleep with his eyes open. As if not even dreams wanted to stay with him.
But every morning, he wakes up before me. Just to make sure I'm still here.
Michael Tanner
@Maya
Michael Tanner