Liam looked away from the city, and turned towards Jacob. "What festival?" Jacob turned pale when he said that. Even people from different countries knew of the festival, and in fact, it was even streamed on the news each and every time it happened. "Sir what was the last day that you can remember?" Liam looked at him puzzled, "It's still August 6th, 1945, right?" Jacob's eyes went wide. "Jor- Jordan, ru- run!" He turned, but only to see that Jordan was already a good 400 feet away, and then he too, ran like heck, leaving Liam standing there, holding Kaylyn in his arms.
Liam slowly sat down, being careful not to hurt Kaylyn. He stared at her as she lay on his lap, and gently spoke to her, wanting to cry, but at the same time, he was trying to hold back the tears. "It's ok, we'll be fine baby." She opened her eyes, slowly looking from Liam's face, to the rubble beside them. "Kaylyn, don't worry about what may happen, I will always love you." He pulled her close, hugging her, and releasing the tears he had been trying to hold back. "Kaylyn I love you, even if I were to die now, I would still love you."
Kaylyn hugged him back, as he cried onto her shoulder. "It's okay, you can cry all you want, I'm not leaving you." Kaylyn said softly. "We will get through this together, all of it." Liam looked up at her, staring into her beautiful eyes. "I love you, and I don't ever wanna lose you again." He held her hand, kissed her, then helped her up as he started to stand. "So this is what's left of that God forsaken place." She said, staring at the graveyard of cement and steel. "Yeah, such power gone to waste, and all for a corrupt cause." Liam said staring at the rubble. "Anyway, wanna go to a festival?"
