Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja stumbled backward, feeling the ground tremble beneath her once more. Nana reached out to steady her, her expression

etched with concern.

"It's an aftershock. No telling how long it'll last. From the looks of it, the entire mountain's been decimated. See those broken bricks

over there? Those must be from the research base, just blasted apart by simmense force."

In the face of nature's might, human innovation seemed insignificant.

Maja and Nana stood there for an hour, waiting for the tremors to subside before they began to navigate the rocky path that led

deeper into the chaos.

Among the stones, twisted pieces of modern machinery lay scattered - the remnants of the research base's equipment.

Sweat beaded on Maja's anxious forehead as she thought of Dylan, who was also inside. Her pace quickened, and she nearly

tripped over a jutting rock, almost tumbling down.

Nana caught her, and together they glimpsed the horror below: a mass grave in the crevice, bodies piled upon each other,

distorted beyond recognition.

Maja couldn't hold back any longer, bending over to retch beside a tree.

The dead were unidentifiable, their features twisted, causing a sourness to rise in Maja's stomach. She vomited for a full minute,

her eyes reddening before she rinsed her mouth with bottled water.

and her own dark deeds, felt

dead. It was too much to

There's a long crack here. The base

means not everyone inside got buried deep. But

for words, simply trudging

as they walked on, apparent victims of the base's

blankly at the sky as if pain was

the blue sky, it's been so long

years since

the green. I can hear water flowing. It must be a dream;

least a decade, with

the sky with an obsessive

survivor Maja found was in this state. She

base? What on earth

just stared at the sky, entranced. A leaf drifted down, and as he reached for

he was breathing

she wouldn't get any answers, and

was vast and endless; even though half tress had been devastated, there were still many fallen

to sit on. Nana

barely alive on one hand, and it felt more like

survival.

becincreasingly dangerous. Nana pointed to a relatively flat spot not too far off, "Let's

the night and continue searching

nibbling on

makeshift shelter from the tall grass to provide sprotection from the wind. After setting up, she sat

of the