Here in the Moonlight

*Ash*

We are just sitting here, holding each other, when a bomb whistles towards us. I throw my body over Misty’s so that only I will bear the brunt of the assault. It hurts, a lot. I feel myself thrown aside, away from the one I love. Men dressed in black swarm our camp with the ominous red R’s on their chests. Misty is roughly grabbed. I struggle to get up, and guns are instantly trained on my forehead. I don’t care. My love is being taken away from me before my very eyes. Her struggles are to no avail. She has been restrained by ropes twisting cruelly around her ankles and wrists. As I run towards her retreating form, I hear gunshots. Have I been hit? I am oblivious to the pain. It is trivial compared to the greater loss, that of love newly discovered. A truck appears and I launch myself at it, but I miss by inches. Only now do I feel the pain, and I collapse. And as I lie here, bleeding, dying, as my life and love are taken away from me, as bullet wounds peppering my body create excruciating pain, I am alone, so horribly alone.