She is beautiful. Never in my life have I seen a woman so gorgeous. I stare at her like I'm in a trance. I must be, because it's impossible to look away. Her red lips. Her soft closed eyes. He long blonde hair. Her hips. Her hands in the red sparkly...
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Everything is a blur. I don't know how long I was stuck down there. Hours, probably until they found me. I don't know how they got me out, but they did. I remember sitting on the ground, most of my body broken, a blanket around me. The town is in ruins after the bombs. Only a few lost their lives. I couldn't take my eyes off her body. Her limbs were twisted in unnatural ways like someone snapped the bones inside her. I heard running behind me. It was William and Richard. William completely froze, his eyes wide like a scared animal. He didn't say anything, just slowly sat down next to me because his legs couldn't bear him. Richard held her and cried. I still hear his sobs every time I close my eyes. It was horrifying to see a man like Richard cry. I think she said he was like a father to her.
After a day I drove with William to the doctor he was treated at. The nurse smiled when she saw he was alright, but her smile immediately fated when she saw what was in our car. The doctor was the only one who could make her look normal, like she was just sleeping. He also treated me and William for injuries after the bomb. I still remember how we sat in the waiting room. How the doctor came out with sorrow written all over his face. He bowed his head and told me something I didn't prepare for.
Ashley was pregnant.
It turns out she got pregnant the night before I left for the war. The child was mine. It was a girl. She didn't know William told me. He said she just felt a little sick and that maybe she was a little rounder but nothing really noticeable. In that moment I lost my sanity. Not only is the love of my life dead but so is our child. I child I never knew existed before it was already gone. William held me when I broke down, my tears disappearing into his shirt. Everything felt meaningless. I had no reason to keep living. This world is so cruel. It made me feel the best things only to rip it away from me. I don't know how to think anymore. My own mind has become a nightmare. Every thought is her. She's like a ghost living inside my head, tormenting me with her fate. My life will never be the same. I will never move on.
We held a funeral for Ashley. Everyone in the town contributed. She brought smiles to so many faces and now they were paying it back. She looked beautiful in the casket. Like she was just sleeping, nothing more. It looked wrong. I never imagined seeing her like this. I'd rather it was me lying there not her. I thought if I could just survive the war then everything would be alright. I'd see her again and we'd live happily ever after like I always imagined we would. But now she can't even smile at me anymore. She can't sing, she can't dance, she can't breathe or even open her eyes. What if we didn't run? What if we stayed in the club? William and Richard survived. It was my fault. I told her to run. It was my fault. I'm the reason she's gone. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. I̸t̴'̶s̸ ̴m̶y̵ ̶f̵a̷u̴l̸t̷.̸ Ḯ̸̟ţ̸́'̷̝̓ṣ̵̐ ̴̛̰m̸̱͂y̷̪͌ ̴̞̍f̷̀͜ạ̶̑ṳ̵̔ĺ̸̟t̶̊͜.̷͔̚ I̵̭͈͐t̸͈̓'̴̘̗̀̀ṣ̴͓͒ ̸͙̒m̷̬̺̿y̸̻̾ ̴͓̦͂̉f̶̹̓̎ȁ̴̹͕̿ủ̷̩l̸̢͚̓ṱ̴̿͝.̶̣̟̓ I̴̮̽̇̔̆t̸͇̳͋'̸͔͙̩̋̂̌͝s̶͍̞̙͎̀͛̋ ̸̹̫̫̓̈́m̸̻̲̝̽̅͐͝y̸͖̲̫͐͝ ̴͍̼̏͊͘ḟ̷̻̮͈ͅa̴̳̭̅̒ų̷͓͗̓l̸̢̧̡̥̔̔t̶̪̫̜̄̈́͝.̷͓͙͐̾͆ I̸̩̺͊̈̋̕͝t̷̬̬̼̤̱̱͐'̴̫͒̈́́̋ŝ̷̩̱̽̌̚͝ ̸̭̠͆̉̄̿̈́̈́̽m̴̥̫͌̈́̒͝y̵̡̱̪̟͆̎̇͝ ̸̢̧̛̛̳̤͉̯̠̿͑͂̚͠f̸̮̜̮͙͔̋̈́͒̀́̕͘͜ą̸̓̈́̉̄͆̈͝ư̵̱͖͉̦̗ͅl̶̡̘̲̝̍̔̿͗ţ̵̤̙̣̮̳̿̍͋͌̕.̸̢̡̝̤̻̺͂̀̐̏̊̽
