It's cold.

It's the only thought that manages to flash through her mind as the ashes fall around her.

It's dark and it's cold.

This is what she wanted, isn't it? To have everyone be free? Right. Then why is she on her knees, looking around with tears in her eyes? Because this isn't how she wanted to achieve success. Not this way. Not by losing the only people who actually meant something to her. Not by losing her. How could a full proof plan go so, so wrong?

A hand lands heavily on her shoulder. She doesn't have to look up to know who it is.

"We have to leave; they called the special forces." He says urgently. She doesn't move though. She can't. How is she supposed to just get up and leave when she just saw her fall with death riddled in her eyes?

"Come on, you can't just sit there and mope; you'll get caught." Says the girl.

"What's the point?" her voice sounds so broken to her ears.

"They're all dead. That should be me, not her." Her voice is filled with tears and dead hope.

"You're talking crazy. Come one before we're-"

Suddenly there's a loud crash.

"Shit! They're here! Let's go!"

She hears shouting all around her, but she stays put and stares at the lifeless body in front of her as ash is kicked up. It floats around them like a protective shield and all she can do is stare and cry.

"I'm sorry." She says before there's another loud crash and this time her vision fades to black.