A Thousand Lies Could Never Hurt As Much As The Truth

She'll come back.. I know she will. She would never leave me here alone. She knows I need her.

I stared out into the sunset, silently waiting for her to come back. Though no matter how hard I tried to drown it out, a small voice in the very back of my head softly whispered, "She ain’t coming back."

She will.

The sunset looked more like fire, the affect of smoke inforced the look, making the sun turn a deep red color. There were no pinks or purples in the sunset. Only angry oranges and reds.

If that fire hadn't started. I knew she would've been safe. I wouldn't be sitting here worrying about her. But she had insisted I leave. Claiming it was safer for me.

It wasn’t safer for her though. She could be hurt... Or worse... No. She's coming back. I know she will. It's only a matter of time.

I could hear someone screaming behind me. A small child calling for their father to come back. A hope he was still alive.

The poor thing. It shouldn't have to grow up with no father. No family to care for it. Without a family, it's hard to adapt to the world. To survive it.

We as humans need to know someone is out there who loves us. Who'll willingly hold us in our arms when we need a hug. Who'll drag us when we can't go on.

That's why we are socal creatures. That's why we stay in contact with our young, long after they leave us.

But what happens when you lose that one person? When you loose your shoulder to cry on when you need it most?

I had hoped to never find out. But as I watched the uncontrollable force in front of me devour the only life I ever knew in a matter of seconds. I was silently starting to wonder if that voice was right. That she was never coming back...

No. She's coming back.

I won't budge until she does. The commotion behind me grew louder as more people were dropped off into the supposedly safe zone.

Most were young children. All as equally lost and scared as the last. Their creis echoed through my skull, piecing my heart like daggers.

Slowly, I turned away from the fire and scanned the small group of survivors. Everyone had a black sediment that covered them. The children held onto anyone familiar like they were their life lines.

The adults all wore solemn looks, with tired eyes. Many hadn't slept well, not even I did. The neighbors animals wouldn't keep it down. And even though Scarlett had slept like a rock. I struggled. It was only clear why they were acting strange when the smell of smoke hit my nose.

As soon as I did I woke her up. We had run around our house, grabbing what very few important things we had in the house before running out.

The streets had been filled with chaos, people running around, rounding up the children that now stood behind me. Animals had broken free from their pens and pastures. There were a few people who weren't able to move out of the way of the stampede and were trampled.

I wonder if their families knew of their fate... Or were they waiting for them. Thinking that they'll show up. They never will. Just like Scarlett.

No. She'll come. She always does. She knows I need her. That I can't go on without her. That's why she'd never leave me.

But she did, didn't she?

But she was helping someone who needed her. If it weren’t for her, they'd be dead. She was the reason they were alive. She was their hero. Just like she was my hero. Not just a hero, she was my life. My hope, my fears, everything that made me who I was. Without her, I am nothing.

I need you, love... And I'm not leaving until you come back...

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She'll come back.. I know she will. She would never leave me here alone. She knows I need her.

I stared out into the sunset, silently waiting for her to come back. Though no matter how hard I tried to drown it out, a small voice in the very back of my head softly whispered, "She ain’t coming back."

She will.

The sunset looked more like fire, the affect of smoke inforced the look, making the sun turn a deep red color. There were no pinks or purples in the sunset. Only angry oranges and reds.

If that fire hadn't started. I knew she would've been safe. I wouldn't be sitting here worrying about her. But she had insisted I leave. Claiming it was safer for me.

It wasn’t safer for her though. She could be hurt... Or worse... No. She's coming back. I know she will. It's only a matter of time.

I could hear someone screaming behind me. A small child calling for their father to come back. A hope he was still alive.

The poor thing. It shouldn't have to grow up with no father. No family to care for it. Without a family, it's hard to adapt to the world. To survive it.

We as humans need to know someone is out there who loves us. Who'll willingly hold us in our arms when we need a hug. Who'll drag us when we can't go on.

That's why we are socal creatures. That's why we stay in contact with our young, long after they leave us.

But what happens when you lose that one person? When you loose your shoulder to cry on when you need it most?

I had hoped to never find out. But as I watched the uncontrollable force in front of me devour the only life I ever knew in a matter of seconds. I was silently starting to wonder if that voice was right. That she was never coming back...

No. She's coming back.

I won't budge until she does. The commotion behind me grew louder as more people were dropped off into the supposedly safe zone.

Most were young children. All as equally lost and scared as the last. Their creis echoed through my skull, piecing my heart like daggers.

Slowly, I turned away from the fire and scanned the small group of survivors. Everyone had a black sediment that covered them. The children held onto anyone familiar like they were their life lines.

The adults all wore solemn looks, with tired eyes. Many hadn't slept well, not even I did. The neighbors animals wouldn't keep it down. And even though Scarlett had slept like a rock. I struggled. It was only clear why they were acting strange when the smell of smoke hit my nose.

As soon as I did I woke her up. We had run around our house, grabbing what very few important things we had in the house before running out.

The streets had been filled with chaos, people running around, rounding up the children that now stood behind me. Animals had broken free from their pens and pastures. There were a few people who weren't able to move out of the way of the stampede and were trampled.

I wonder if their families knew of their fate... Or were they waiting for them. Thinking that they'll show u

She'll come back.. I know she will. She would never leave me here alone. She knows I need her.

I stared out into the sunset, silently waiting for her to come back. Though no matter how hard I tried to drown it out, a small voice in the very back of my head softly whispered, "She ain’t coming back."

She will.

The sunset looked more like fire, the affect of smoke inforced the look, making the sun turn a deep red color. There were no pinks or purples in the sunset. Only angry oranges and reds.

If that fire hadn't started. I knew she would've been safe. I wouldn't be sitting here worrying about her. But she had insisted I leave. Claiming it was safer for me.

It wasn’t safer for her though. She could be hurt... Or worse... No. She's coming back. I know she will. It's only a matter of time.

I could hear someone screaming behind me. A small child calling for their father to come back. A hope he was still alive.

The poor thing. It shouldn't have to grow up with no father. No family to care for it. Without a family, it's hard to adapt to the world. To survive it.

We as humans need to know someone is out there who loves us. Who'll willingly hold us in our arms when we need a hug. Who'll drag us when we can't go on.

That's why we are socal creatures. That's why we stay in contact with our young, long after they leave us.

But what happens when you lose that one person? When you loose your shoulder to cry on when you need it most?

I had hoped to never find out. But as I watched the uncontrollable force in front of me devour the only life I ever knew in a matter of seconds. I was silently starting to wonder if that voice was right. That she was never coming back...

No. She's coming back.

I won't budge until she does. The commotion behind me grew louder as more people were dropped off into the supposedly safe zone.

Most were young children. All as equally lost and scared as the last. Their creis echoed through my skull, piecing my heart like daggers.

Slowly, I turned away from the fire and scanned the small group of survivors. Everyone had a black sediment that covered them. The children held onto anyone familiar like they were their life lines.

The adults all wore solemn looks, with tired eyes. Many hadn't slept well, not even I did. The neighbors animals wouldn't keep it down. And even though Scarlett had slept like a rock. I struggled. It was only clear why they were acting strange when the smell of smoke hit my nose.

As soon as I did I woke her up. We had run around our house, grabbing what very few important things we had in the house before running out.

The streets had been filled with chaos, people running around, rounding up the children that now stood behind me. Animals had broken free from their pens and pastures. There were a few people who weren't able to move out of the way of the stampede and were trampled.

I wonder if their families knew of their fate... Or were they waiting for them. Thinking that they'll show u She'll come back.. I know she will. She would never leave me here alone. She knows I need her.

I stared out into the sunset, silently waiting for her to come back. Though no matter how hard I tried to drown it out, a small voice in the very back of my head softly whispered, "She ain’t coming back."

She will.

The sunset looked more like fire, the affect of smoke inforced the look, making the sun turn a deep red color. There were no pinks or purples in the sunset. Only angry oranges and reds.

If that fire hadn't started. I knew she would've been safe. I wouldn't be sitting here worrying about her. But she had insisted I leave. Claiming it was safer for me.

It wasn’t safer for her though. She could be hurt... Or worse... No. She's coming back. I know she will. It's only a matter of time.

I could hear someone screaming behind me. A small child calling for their father to come back. A hope he was still alive.

The poor thing. It shouldn't have to grow up with no father. No family to care for it. Without a family, it's hard to adapt to the world. To survive it.

We as humans need to know someone is out there who loves us. Who'll willingly hold us in our arms when we need a hug. Who'll drag us when we can't go on.

That's why we are socal creatures. That's why we stay in contact with our young, long after they leave us.

But what happens when you lose that one person? When you loose your shoulder to cry on when you need it most?

I had hoped to never find out. But as I watched the uncontrollable force in front of me devour the only life I ever knew in a matter of seconds. I was silently starting to wonder if that voice was right. That she was never coming back...

No. She's coming back.

I won't budge until she does. The commotion behind me grew louder as more people were dropped off into the supposedly safe zone.

Most were young children. All as equally lost and scared as the last. Their creis echoed through my skull, piecing my heart like daggers.

Slowly, I turned away from the fire and scanned the small group of survivors. Everyone had a black sediment that covered them. The children held onto anyone familiar like they were their life lines.

The adults all wore solemn looks, with tired eyes. Many hadn't slept well, not even I did. The neighbors animals wouldn't keep it down. And even though Scarlett had slept like a rock. I struggled. It was only clear why they were acting strange when the smell of smoke hit my nose.

As soon as I did I woke her up. We had run around our house, grabbing what very few important things we had in the house before running out.

The streets had been filled with chaos, people running around, rounding up the children that now stood behind me. Animals had broken free from their pens and pastures. There were a few people who weren't able to move out of the way of the stampede and were trampled.

I wonder if their families knew of their fate... Or were they waiting for them. Thinking that they'll show u She'll come back.. I know she will. She would never leave me here alone. She knows I n