This is my first TWTWB fic, so criticism is encouraged! Even if you only read the first line, tell me that, and ideally why
Set after book 1
Fi's P.O.V.
Nothing good happened in the war. There was death, destruction, and we were caught up in the middle of it all. We didn't know what had happened to Corrie and Kevin. We didn't know what would happen to us. All we knew was there were them, and there, alone in the middle of nowhere, were us.
There were days, though, when the six of us huddled up together, and just talked or played games. We talked about nothing, about silly little things we used to love. Movies we wanted to see, books we loved, food we craved. We could almost pretend things were normal. On cold nights, Ellie, Robyn and I would wrap up tight in blankets, in a giant bundle. Homer or Chris would sit on the end against Robyn, and Lee would sit with Ellie. We could lie there all night sometimes, watching the stars.
Those were the best bits. Now, years later, when the nightmares woke me up screaming, that was all that could calm me down. Those few and far-between peaceful moments. When we were together, as one. Me and the people I love more than anyone else in the world.
Those rare moments, before we fell apart and broke. Now nobody could put us back together again.