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No Longer the Same
They went through thick and thin together.
They've been together for as long as anyone could remember.
It was odd, yet surprising as to what they had become.
It was a war.
A war. Where they was absolutely nothing anyone could do. The president couldn't do anything to stop it. The military could not save themselves, much less the citizens.
It was unexpected.
Hopeless. Helpless.
That was what everyone felt.
They were together. They were still together. They could be killed at any second.
It was war. No one was safe.
But against all odds, they were still together.
A false judgement, a wrong step, an accidental mistake. You, will die.
She cried.
He held her, not making a sound. There was nothing else he could do.
Tears were slipping down his face.
No one noticed.
Surprised? Not really.
"I don't want to die," she told him.
He couldn't look her in the eye. He couldn't stand it.
"It's going to be alright," he said. He lied.
She wanted to be a doctor. She wanted to have a family. She was so young.
He was never reluctant to please her. He wanted her happy.
Seemingly nonchalant about the situation, he was afraid inside, desperate even.
He never believed in God. But he prayed.
He would shed tears. When he knew she was asleep.
When will this end?
Dread was filled throughout the city. No one was safe. No one would be.
Politicians assassinated. Men tortured. Women raped. Children killed. Families massacred.
He had decided to join the army.
"You promised me. You would never leave me," she cried.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't do this to me," she pleaded. Sobs were raking through her body.
He couldn't say anything. He didn't want to see her cry. It hurts so much.
"Thank you," he whispered, he couldn't bear to say goodbye. He left.
Rain was pouring, asphalt from the newly recovered roads could be smelt.
The next time they saw each other. It was already five years.
They both survived the war.
They never had anyone else.
They were isolated and alone by will.
The war was over.
Finally.
Things were slowly going back to normal.
Peace was coming back gradually.
He had taken up a job. Offered by the police department.
She was an aspiring doctor. Just like she wanted.
They crossed paths every day.
It wasn't the same.
She was on her way to the hospital.
He'll be on his way to the police station.
They recognized each other, but never acknowledge.
Was there regret? Remorse in his eyes?
She didn't know. She didn't want to know.
She could never look straight at him again.
She couldn't.
Not after the day he left.
The day he left her, and everything they had behind.
It would be too painful.
Whenever they passed by each other.
He would turn and stare at her, walking away. Away from him.
And she would never look back.
It would no longer be the same again.
AN: Review? This is the first fanfition I uploaded, inspired by It Will Rain by Bruno Mars. Good? Bad? Ok? Horrible? You decide. Am also thinking on whether to type up a sequel, will depend on fitbacks though. Criticism welcomed, and will not be ignored. Take it whatever way you like.
Rhian. :)