Coldheart91

The foolhardy say "I wish something would happen." The wise say "Nice weather today."

The breeze writhed throughout the field of sunflowers and ruffled Ivan Braginski's platinum-blonde hair. He stood, watching the sun set with a look of melancholy. How could he be happy when everyone he had cared for had left him without a second thought? Not even his vodka could douse the sadness within his shattered heart. He sighed and headed for his home. He walked silently through the field, barely disturbing the canary-yellow flowers. He thought over and over about everyone's departure. It had all started with his elder sister, Yekaterina Braginskya, claiming independence. She now avoided him as much as possible in her efforts to be ind