Disclaimer: As much as I love Narnia, I alas can only borrow it. Oh, and my name's not Carrie Underwood, whose song inspired this fic.
It can't. It can't, she chanted to herself in time with her heartbeat. No, no, it can't. Her breathing intensified but supplied her with even less oxygen than normal. It can't.
But it was already. Nothing she could do would ever change it. Erase it. Nothing.
She knelt by the prone and pale form and took the limp hand into hers. You can't. You can't do this to me. But she had. And nothing could ever reverse it.
Nothing could take away the smoke, the wreckage. Nothing could change the panic in the air, the rescuers and paramedics. Nothing could bring back anything. Anyone. Her. She squeezed her eyes shut. No wish, no love, no mother's tears were going to return her from that Other Place.
And with her gone, what remained for her? Nothing.
Author's Note: I have no idea when I'll update. All I know is that this (extremely short) prologue wanted up. But as this is an idea that has bugged me off and on for a while, I don't plan on just leaving it here.