Burned.

She walked through the wreckage of the building, the smoldering remains burning around her. She skillfully jumped and swerved to avoid the small fires. She stopped in front of the only wall still standing. This could not be happening. She had seen him an hour ago, just before she left.

He had told her to say hi to the others.

She had passed on the greeting.

He had told her he loved her.

She had smiled and replied with a snarky, 'I know.'

Why hadn't she said it back?

The crumbling wall was all she had left. Their house was burned down. How, she had no idea, but it seemed fitting that he would go down in flames.

She froze when she heard a soft beautiful chirping song. The bird?

His bird. His small creation was lying on the ground, so lifeless and sad. It's carefully crafted silver wings cracked and broken, the silver black from burns. She knelt down and touched it. It's soft chirping grew louder. She smiled. It had always liked her.

Suddenly, her breath caught. It's song, so beautiful and sad, had been their song. The tears she had been holding back fell thick and fast on to the birds silver wings.

It sang.

She cried.

She cried as the birds song grew softer and softer, until it stopped singing altogether. It's beautiful song died and silence echoed around the ruin. The artificial life died in its eyes, and it lay still.

Broken.

It was like her. Cold, hard, lifeless, and broken.

Her last piece of him died in the ruins in front of that last burning wall, and she was left with nothing.

Because everything she loved just burned.

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