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.

hardened by countless assassinations and her own dark deeds, felt

deep, snaking down for miles, filled with the dead. It was too much to bear, and she

long crack here. The base must have been underground and

means not everyone inside got buried deep. But who knows how

for words, simply trudging

they walked on, apparent victims of the base's disaster.

sky as if pain was an

it's been

since I've

actually see the sky, the trees, the green. I can hear water

a decade, with

the sky with an obsessive fervor

in this state. She and Nana

the base? What on earth

matter how much Maja questioned, the man just stared at the sky, entranced. A leaf drifted

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

wouldn't get any answers, and

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

rock to sit on. Nana joined her, both

count the barely alive on one hand, and it felt more like death's brief

survival.

staying put becincreasingly dangerous. Nana pointed to a relatively flat spot not too

night and

nibbling on a

a makeshift shelter from the tall grass to provide sprotection from the

a few bites of the