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 in her gut at

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

The base must have

good, in a way. It means not everyone inside got buried deep. But who knows how many are

words, simply trudging forward

as they walked on, apparent victims of the base's disaster. Swere still breathing,

blankly at the sky as if pain was an alien concept,

sky, the blue sky, it's been so long since I've

years since I've

can hear water flowing.

a decade, with no plants, strict control, and no

They looked at the sky with an obsessive

first survivor Maja found was in this state. She and Nana hurried

the base? What

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

he was

get any answers, and

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

a rock to sit on. Nana joined her, both looking

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

survival.

to a relatively

night and

on a granola

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

a few bites of the