gio.belo
It was nothing more than three little words she heard shortly before she fell asleep, but those counted for a thousand more who hadn't been said yet. She woke up rather confused whether it had been a dream or not, but the expression he had on his face when she stumbled to the kitchen wearing nothing but his clothes that barely reached her mid-thigh, she was sure -he had indeed said it, and meant every single one of them.
People gathered inside their own homes, peeking their heads between the dark curtains made from a cheap, heavy fabric and the dirty windows -it had been long since the times when it was safe enough to go outside for that much time. They watched as the armed man passed by, not once leaving their formations, each holding a AK-47 against their chest. At the sound of the feared siren echoing throughout town, they each hugged their precious children and threw a prayer towards the skies, in hopes of saving the lives of their loved ones.
I walked past the large glass door which I was sure needed to be cleaned up, and walked straight to the woman with a nice smile waiting at the other side of the counter. "Good morning." She grinned widely, but I could only pay attention to the wheelchair forgotten on the corner of the room. "I'm here to see Mr. Delaware." I muttered, although the pitiful look she gave me had chills creeping down my spine.
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