Thanks for the telecast. They have sent a rescue boat to rescue me and the others. But the war isn't over. I can still hear the guns and people cry. I secretly pulled out a satellite phone and made a phone call to my father. I asked him for a speed boat. He already knows that I lost all my money. But he doesn't wanna refuse to his only son. He said yes. On reaching the shore, I took the boat and left without even saying thanks or goodbye to my father. I sailed at a full speed. The only thought that remained in me is you.
All cameras and talk were about me now, on my return. They even tried to talk with me through a radio. But I said myself not to. Sooner I got a view on you, standing on top of a cliff.
My heart is out of control. So do my boat. I jumped out of it, just before it crashed to the rock and sunk away. With all my tiredness, I began to climb the blood-stained mountain. It seemed like the eyes of the mountain are making bloody tears. But somehow I managed to get to the top. The view was amazingly sad this time.
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