Dedicated to BomburTheEwokDemigod
Roarrickk felt the tears burn paths down her cheeks. She knew she was crying. She knew that normal people cried when sad, but she didn't realize how many tears would assault her skin.
It hurt to see him so lost. His fingers dug into,wild blonde locks as he watched it all burn to the ground. Pictures of his father and mother shriveled as flames ate viciously at their corners, and fine china cracked and grayed when the heat became too much for its glaze. The screen read "traitors' homes destroyed as countermeasure " and the image switched to her own home already decimated with fire and ash. She knew that this would happen but the air still was forced from lungs as she looked over the destruction of the place she had killed to win.
Her heart was broken, but nothing could be done about it. He whispered, "Follow me, and I'll be your home."
She kissed his wet cheek, his burning forehead, and his sweat soaked hair. "And in return, I'll be yours to fall back on." She held him as they fell apart.
Together they watched what once was theirs crumble and burn, and even with the pain from the loss, she was happy she followed him, because the thought of him crying over her hurts more than losing a home, memories, and everything she worked to achieve.
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