Chapter 10

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Timothy walked up a steep hill. It was barren and he knew no one had been through here in a long time. I saw a tiny rock and picked it up, feeling the smooth edges of the rock. He then threw it in the air. As he watched it fall through the pink sky, he heard someone walk up behind him. He turned sharply, just in case it was a soldier. Instead of a towering soldier, it was Rebecca. She stood there, shorter than him. Her skin, pale as a ghost. Bright red hair vibrating off of her illuminated skin. She looked at him, sorrow in her deep green eyes.

He looked away, "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." she said with sadness in her tone.

"Just forget it, okay?" he said sharply.

"Sorry." she said turning to leave.

"Wait." he said with tears starting to pour from his dark brown eyes, "I'm sorry. It's just so hard."

She stopped and listened.

"I just keep remembering what happened. Their bodies. Just laying there. We couldn't do anything either. I failed them." he turned to her, "I failed Rachel!"

"It's not your fault. None of us could have known this would happen. You can't blame yourself." Rebecca said.

Tim just walked toward the edge of the hill. He sat down, closing his eyes. Reliving what happened.

Rebecca came up behind him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. We're going to make it. I know we will. We just have to trust in God." she said.

He just sat there crying. After a long pause, the wind drifting past them, trees swaying back and forth, he said "Okay. I'll try."

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