The day was November fourth, when I first saw her face. I fell to my knees when I felt the shot through my arm, and the pain made me speechless. Totally speechless. Only a few seconds later, I heard screams and just like that a huge wave pushed me down to the ground. Howl was heard in my ears while my breathing was shaking, but I couldn't move. Everything went black, everything went silent around me. How long I laid unconscious I don't remember, but I was awakened by a pair of strong hands, shaking me and turning me to face a pair of gray eyes. The guy yelled at me, but my ears could not catch a word he said. Only his lips were moving, in slow motion while the brown helmet fell of his head. My head fell to the side, and that's when I saw it. A photograph. A photograph with ash settled over, but I could clearly see a girl in it. My weak body continued laying there, shaken by the young man above me who tried to get some life in me, but I kept looking at the photohraph. I couldn't stop looking at it, because for every second that I looked at it, I felt more alive. And the only thing I remembered before my world turned black again was that I stretched my hand after the photograph, hoping that I got hold of it.
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