❗️TW: PARTIAL GORE❗️
"I'll be back in a second." My love cooed while walking into his bakery as I awaited outside for his return. I leaned on the stone wall, hand behind my back as I gently swayed on my heels.
The afternoon hour seemed peaceful, the people around me, bustling and busy but happy and entertained. Entertained with the people around them, people beside them. It warmed my heart, my soul to my inner core, it was beyond beautiful. I love my subjects so much but probably not as much as my boyfriend, just stating a fact.
I sighed content, as my guides-man rushed over towards me, from the dusty path ahead, sweaty, out of breath and had a worried glimpse in his eyes.
"My prince, we must leave at once." He coughed, bending slightly catching his breath.
"Why must we do that? I'm waiting on Topher." I stated, watching him tower up slowly, like watching a group of people rope up a pole. He patted down his wear and gave me this look of serious demeanor, it shook me to my core. I've only ever seen him like that once before when I was a child, he really means business.
"The princess of Patra has sent planes our way, she's threatening to bomb our land- or well I mean she is going to bomb our land! That's why we must flee at once." He explained as my very heart sank, all the way down, through my stomach, curving through my intestines and straight out my behind.
"Oh sweet lord, I wonder if that's what she meant by regretting my choices! It's all my fault for not marrying! Though I am grateful for not marrying a cookie-wench- we need to evacuate the townspeople at once!" I exclaimed, my guide-man's sorrowful face said it all. There was no more time left, the plane's engines were the alarm, blaring, hollowering. I gulped, turning myself around, gazing at big cabins in the sky, watching them fly over the Mountain View.
My britches must have been soiled by now.
"Can I at least tell Topher?" I asked, my voice falling flat while looking back at my guide's-man who slowly shook his head.
I bit my lip torn, Topher was going to die along with the rest of the townspeople. My main man, my loaf of bread, the nut to my shell, The hole in my Swiss cheese, my one and only love. I sighed, blowing the bakery a kiss farewell before running aside with the guidesman, looking back every so often, to look at the bakery, to look at the town I raised (partially.)
He rushed me into a carriage, soon taking off when we were both settled in.
It took no longer than a second as the horses made a dash for it, pulling the carriage and sending my back into the seat, cracking my head off the roof as the path was bumpy with rocks. I took a gander out the back window, watching quiet caverns dance from the sky down into my little town. I felt so sick, guilt slowly weighing on my chest and settling in my stomach, like a tape-worm making home. Topher's death was in my hands, I could've saved him, I could've at least heed him warning but no. He has no idea, no one does at least now they'll be in a safer place. I know I won't when I pass. I'll be snuggled in hell's fire, with Charlie's inferno blanket.
Maybe I'll be sent to limbo. To experience everything those townspeople are going through. The bombs fire tearing their skin, melting their flesh and burning holes through them, or just a simple quick explosion. Their matter splatting over the walls, painting the town a grisly red. Thinking about it was gonna make me vomit, but aside from that my main guilt lies for Topher. I could only pray for his survival, though my doubt may have truth to it I could still be optimistic.
I'd like to think he has a secret bunker, maybe he heard the first bomb going off and he ran down into it and he's happily safe and sound. Or the bomb hit him first, his bakery shattering and crumbling on top of his little head. His bones shattering and blood oozing out of him, I pray it be a quick death, I'd never want him to suffer slowly.
I love him too much for that.
I pray he be okay.
I pray for his safety.
I pray to see him again.
I need to see him again.
I need to...
