I remember everything now. I remember how it felt. I walked across an empty, waste land. I felt the dry earth beneath my feet. I knew the pathway like the back of my hand, even when it was covered in ashes. There were coals, I recall; still warm from the night before. I walked upon the ruins of my destruction with hazy smoke surrounding me. Ashes fell from the sky like snow, but I took no notice of any of it. I only walked; staring in front of me without seeing.
I came back to the present; my hands that had been covering my face dropped to my side to reveal my tear tortured face. “Why did you show that to me?” I trembled as I looked up from my knees to the man standing above me. His face was full of pity. “Because you needed to know,” he answered bowing his head, “I’m sorry.” -Emma L.
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