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She probably looks crazy. Not that anyone would pay attention; not that she would really care. Struggling against the people who are trying to hold her back, she reaches for brick after brick, throwing them away from the rubble. Like a bloodcrow scavenging in a battlefield for treasure, she is determined to find him. Her irreplaceable gem.
This is her fault. If she hasn’t asked him to post a letter while she waits in the car, he wouldn’t have been caught up in this. But who would have thought? A suicide bomber appearing in their quiet town. The once empyreal sky now filled with clouds of smoke and ash. Every aperture she finds, she stares hard into, calling out his name even after her voice turns hoarse.
Losing him? Her soulmate? The thought of it fills her with dread. She finds herself struggling for breath as though there are strips of whalebone in her dress. Oh how she regrets treating him with apathy this morning after their huge quarrel.
“God, please let me find him.” She starts mumbling to herself, her face now stained by black tears. Neither a torn dress or several broken nails would deter her. Adrenaline pumping through her veins, she won’t settle for anything less, except him being alive and in one piece. How she wishes she can tell him how much she loves him, to see his dorky smile now.