Parvati bled
A metallic taste fills her mouth and Parvati spits out the blood oozing from her cut lip, not caring when it lands on her robes – her clothing has been through worse today. All around her, the dead and injured lie, and she feels guilty of her mostly unmarred state.
Her eyes trail over the long line of bodies – some are stirring, others stay still. Mothers, sisters, and girlfriends are bending over their loved ones, trying to hide tears as they nurse them.
Parvati hates death and good-byes. She knows they're another inevitable part of life she will meet again but now it's worse than ever. So many eyelids have closed for the last time and in other catastrophic cases, hearts stopped with eyes wide open. Nearly every face she sees among the deceased is familiar, whether she knew it personally or only by sight. She wonders if she can make it through this night without these bodies haunting her.
Their side – the underdog – has triumphed. She is safe now. But inside, she can feel an ache as her heart starts to bleed with sorrow.
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