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Do you think they knew? Do you think q! Charlie and Mariana knew that that was the last time they'd ever see each other?
The battlefield was covered from corner to corner with the disregarded bodies of all teams, swords still left in some. On them are the rotting wounds, eating them up.
But, in this secluded globe, standing was an angel, divine in her presence, holding a hand out.
Opposite to him was a man, covered in mud and scars, that can't help but take, it's not enough. His gas mask slid off easily.
Charlie made up that lie about him and Cellbit, and Mariana believed it with ease. A hurt hidden behind, not too visible to the naked eye.
Mariana made it clear, she loves to be alone. Is that why she hasn't come to see him all these months ago? Having spent this time in agony, wishing to gain answers.
Indelible, yet fading as evanesce takes over. Was it too much to ask to hold his hand? To feel as his fingers slot between his? The usual warmth that Charlie remembers so fondly?
To feel the hand placed on his cheek, staring lovingly into Charlie's own, soulless eyes?
Apperantly so.
Charlie spent his time resenting his wife. Going person-to-person with verbal instructions on how to beat him up. And how his hand formed a fist, cursing her name under his breath.
But when night hit, when his head had lain itself on the ragged, stone-cold pillow, was when the thoughts flew back in his mind, begging just for another chance.
Being the most dysfunctional family on the island came to them naturally, it was the kind of dynamic that they fell into swiftly. It worked for them, why should the others get a say in it?
But the look in his daughter's eyes, with fear, anger, upset in her tiny soul, not believing the lies about improving.
The more I think about it, the worse it gets. Mariana and Charlie promised, they'd promise they'd fix this mess.
They'll live happier than any couple on this land, smiling brighter than the sun could ever shine, all they needed was more time to lend.
And they believed, so foolishly, rumanting of a life they'd never get.
If only, if only it wasn't over so quickly. If only she showed up more, if only she was there to hold him through the freezing nights.
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