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It was a hot, sunny day by the beach—the kind of day perfect for families and kids to enjoy the shore. Among them was a young girl digging through the sand, looking for colorful seashells. Each one she found felt like a small treasure, and soon her hands were full of a rainbow of shells.

“Did you find many, [F/N]?” her mother called out, watching her with a smile. The girl proudly held out her collection, and her mom tousled her hair gently, making her giggle. Together, they admired the patterns and colors of the shells, enjoying this simple, happy moment with the sound of the waves in the background.

After a while, they made their way to a nearby café. It was quiet, the tables weathered from the salty air, and they found a cozy spot to wait for their order of fish and chips. Just as their plates arrived, a loud sound burst through the peaceful atmosphere—a gunshot. The calm turned to panic as people scrambled for cover.

“What's happening?” the waiter muttered, moving toward the window to look outside. But before he could even react, another shot echoed, and he fell, collapsing onto the café floor. The girl gasped, her eyes wide in shock as the reality of the violence hit her. The place that had felt so safe was now filled with fear.

Without hesitation, the girl's mother covered her eyes, pulling her close and whispering comforting words. She scooped her daughter into her arms, finding their way to the storage room in the back, hoping to hide from the chaos outside.

The girl’s voice trembled as she whispered, “Mom, what’s happening?” She could barely hold back her tears, fear tightening her chest. Her mother held her tight, her own voice low and shaky. “Stay quiet, sweetheart.” The little girl nodded, her thoughts racing, too overwhelmed to even ask what would happen next.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded from the front, followed by the slow creak of the café door. Her mother quickly shut the storage room door, pressing her ear against it to listen for any sound from outside. In the dark, the girl clung to her mother, every nerve on edge. She kept her head down, hoping that whatever danger was out there would pass them by.

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This was no longer just another day at the beach. The memory of those shells and the laughter they shared would now forever be marked by the terror that had shattered their peaceful moment.

𝙰/𝙽: 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢...