"Oh My Darling, Won't You Ever Realize How Much I Love You?"
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Shot Down
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A Short Story
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Thunder echoed throughout the hallways of a nearly empty house, located somewhere in Germany. A tired figure rests in a rockingchair by the crackling fireplace. Despite the fire, it was still an icy cold throughout the house. The figure had messy brown hair, and sullen, almost dead blue eyes. She looked sick, as if she hadn't eaten in days. She let out a shakey sigh. Her friends would be here any minute now. She stood, rather to quickly as she had to stop to catch her breath. Then, she made her way to her kitchen, pausing beside an old outfit.
It was soft shades of my different purples, obviously very worn and stained with grease and blood. She smiled slightly as her hand moved towards a pin on the uniform.
Pilot No. 001
Ice
Memories came back, like the rage of a mother who's cub had been torn from her, killed before her very eyes. The girl dropped the uniform, backing up and bursting into tears. She then turned- she had backed into a mirror. She took the view in.
Her hair was matted and greasy, obvious signs of her lack of sleep showing beneath her eyes. Or, eye. The other was hidden by a patch. Her left foot as a prosthetic, and scars littered her body. She winced as she silently relived the memory.
//"《Data Lost》, come in!"
"I've been shot down, keep going, make sure you win this-" A loud crash was heard from the left of the pilot. Her head flung behind her, tears pricking her eyes. She had lost the one person she'd fallen for, lost them and they were never coming back. "NO!" She let out a pained screech, when suddenly it felt as though she were burning. She attempted to pull herself free, but her seatbelt was jammed. The plane hit the ground, breaking her leg and exposing the bone, causing her to let out a scream. The explosion blew scrapnal into her face, a long, sharp piece of fiberglass getting stuck in her eye. Another wail of pain came from the pilot, then all went black.//
The pilot shivered, gripping her elbow. She had almost forgotten, she had wished she had.
The doorbell rang.
Her friend's had arrived.
