I know I should finish another story but this was just bothering me and I had to write it.

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It hurts. The dust, coating my body seeps into my eyes and mouth, settling into the crevices of my clothes. I had the faint sensation of low whispers then silence. I try to move and someone gasps. A familiar gasp.

Salene.

And with her everything comes flooding back. The kiss with Amber, walking through the lab hand-in-hand, and then the beeping, the flashing lights.

The explosion.

I groan, trying to force out the images of my friends lying on the ground.

Who got hurt? Brady? Chloe? Patsy? All so young.

Amber?

I know I heard screams-but were they in fear or pain?

Footsteps pad across the floor towards me. They sound heavy-Ryan or Lex?

My eyes squint even in the dim light. Tiny dust particles float dismally through the air, slightly obscuring the man I now see to be Lex.

But…not Lex.

His expression is twisted, unnatural. His grey eyes are cold; steel shutters smothering any expression. His mouth is hard, a thin line of white on his even whiter face.

Like I said, unnatural.

He comes towards me guardedly, carefully.

"Who?" I rasp, barely audible. I am begging for the answer before I even ask the question. "Did She…?" I can't get out any more. The idea is too hard.

And then, the small movement that changed my life.

A very faint, but perceptible nod.

I am numb, unable to feel, unable to understand.

My world is spinning, smothering me in tidal waves of shock. But just that. No fear or pain.

I bury my head in my hands and turn onto my knees. My elbows hit the ground hard and break the numbness.

My breath is inching towards gasps and I am almost hyperventilating.

Everything I loved is torn out of me, ripped from my chest as She was from the world.

Amber.

"No," The moan escaped my lips as a hand touched my shoulder. I tried to shake it off. Deep pain was coming in waves, ripping my heart, shredding it into millions of pieces.

"Bray- She's gone. We have to move," His words are muffled by the pain emanating from my chest, so strong, like someone stabbing you in the heart.

"No," I groan, anger starting to rise. Why? Why should we move, why should we leave? I don't want to leave Her.

"No," The third time is louder, almost a shout. Suddenly I am upright, too angry to notice. "You're lying."

Why would he lie? It isn't funny. Because this can't be true.

Amber was invincible, so strong and powerful. Never afraid.

Someone like that cannot be taken from the world. Cannot be gone.

"She's gone Bray. You have to move on." He's talking in a stilted voice, no emotion showing through the cracks in his mask. I notice this much before tears blur my vision. Why? I mouth wordlessly. My breath is escalating as I watch him look down on me. And then he turns away, shielding himself from my pain.

And that's when I realize something is wrong.

His posture, the tightness of his expression, his perfectly composed façade, all created to hide his suffering.

I'm on my feet now, staring at him through a haze of anger. I don't care for his pain; I do not pity nor empathise. "She's gone isn't she-Zandra," I say in the cruel way you speak to someone before they die.

He turns, and I fall.