His image flashed across, the bloodied face, bruised eye-brows. Shifting around in her bed, the trauma started to affect her. Back to the intersection last year where she was being beaten brutally, only he stood up for her from the crowd that did nothing but stare and pity. And for her he’s no more today.
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“The night after the storm is the calmest” Lucy had read. As Percy slobbered across the room to grab Anita. *bang* *bang*, two shots hit him out of nowhere. From the door, with tears streaming down, fifteen-year old Lucy wasn’t going to let her Mama face the storm again and watch her suffer in silence.
“Sir we are ready to take off. Kindly make sure you have the seat belt on. Thank you” the air-hostess said. Panic and sadness engulfed me, zooming into the past he remembered his first flight. How he held her hands while she assured him of nothing going wrong. Today I missed her. Loneliness shrouded me.