The day he hit the streets, he knew there was no way back but death. But someone had to shout for the world to hear. He knew that blood had to be shed for the world to see the red in the sky. He knew he couldn't ask anyone else but himself.

The email I received that morning became his last love letter. Despair and worry were evident, but not remorse, in the love message of a friend and companion.

"Dearest Kiddo,

Do not leave your beautiful little world and be corrupted by hypocrisy and lust for power. Now, I have to run to live. This is the price we pay for freedom. If someday I'm still alive, I will come back to you and live in your world together. Or else, I'll be among those unknown dead bodies. Goodbye, my dearest kiddo.

With Love from Your Viddo"

© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎