She screamed and screamed. She tried to fight off the people holding her. She needed to go back there. She needed to—

Her ears were ringing when an explosion happened. She stopped moving. She stopped screaming. She stared at the scene in front of her unblinkingly. She tried to make sense of everything. But, she came out empty. She couldn’t get it. She wished everything was a dream. And that when she opened her eyes, things were just fine.

It should be her. Right there. But, why… why was someone else was being there instead? Why is she still ...alive?

Tears, tears were coming. It fall and continue to fall like a waterfall. She did nothing to wipe it away. She slumped on the ground. All of her will to fight has left her body. It’s too late. Too late.

Around her, she could hear people screaming at her. But, she paid no more attention to them. She only stared at the scene in front of her.

Her body bent forward as if the gravitation has pulled her. The scene in front of her has been burnt to her eyes. She closed her eyes.

And then she wailed. Loudly and filled with so much sorrow. She pounded the ground angrily. Frustatedly.

And then silence.

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