After the war, the world became post apocalyptic. No phones, no technology. Handwritten mails would only be sent by goverment officials not my others. It had been 2yrs since your husband went to the war. You didn't know what happened. The government didn't inform anything. You didn't know if he was alive or not. It was a painful period. But after 2 long years you finally got a note from the army. It didn't state anything about your husband. Just 'Army memorial at 2pm.' You instantly felt nauseaus to your stomach. Memorial? They're inviting you to a memorial of Colton? This can't be happening. But you'd do anything, anything to see him one last time, but you weren't ready to face the bitter truth. It had been 2yrs afterall, you probably won't see anything more than a flower and badge covered casket. What if the person inside wasn't even him? A billion thoughts raced in your mind.

The next day, you came to the memorial grounds dressed in black. Your heart clenched as you saw the coffins, families in despair, you didn't want to face your truth.

Just as you were walking your feet, someone, who seemed even faster than the speed of sound rushed to you and before you could even make out what was going on, you were lifted up the ground and around your waist, you felt a strong arm single handedly lifting your entire weight...