The Dwyer Project

It has been three years, the girl stood looking at the site. The clouds started to come in, the wind blew her hair across her face. "How did this happen? I should have saw it coming!" she thought. The wind blew harder. Someone called her from behind, "Darling, we have to go now. We'll come back when the time is right, and you will be able to fix everything." She took a deep breath. The wind stopped. Her bangs laid across her eye patch. She turned around and limped towards her friend. Her friend smiled at her, but she just walked past, her friend saw nothing but angry and sadness in her eye.