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.

her own dark deeds, felt a twist

the dead.

crack here. The base must have been underground and

everyone inside got buried deep. But

was at a loss for words, simply trudging forward in

they walked on, apparent victims of the base's

staring blankly at the sky as if pain was

blue sky, it's been so long

years since I've seen the

actually see the sky, the trees, the green. I can hear water flowing. It must be a dream; I

had been trapped underground for at least a decade, with no plants, strict

sky with an obsessive

found was in

the base? What on

much Maja questioned, the man just stared at the sky, entranced. A leaf drifted down, and as he

filled his eyes. It was as if he was breathing purely on instinct, his soul

frowned, realizing she wouldn't get any answers, and

though half tress had been devastated, there

view. Weary, Maja found a rock to sit on. Nana joined her,

scarce; so far, they could count the barely alive on one hand, and it felt more like death's brief

survival.

dusk approached, staying put becincreasingly dangerous. Nana pointed to a relatively

for the night

nibbling on a

a makeshift shelter from the tall grass to provide sprotection from the wind. After

of the rest of