Farah's heart beat so loud it shook her body, holding her bleeding stomach next to you as you hid out in an old warehouse. You could hear the faint sound of the bombs from outside.

You mumble something about Alex and she shakes her head. "Alex won't find us in time." She says, looking back at you. You should feel despair. You should be crying and holding each other and praying your wounds will heal just enough for you to get out of here. But you crack a small laugh, and Farah does too.

She wanted to hear you laugh forever, clouded by the sound of the downpour. God, it was really raining.