When Love Fades in the Flames
And the callous indifference he had carried was gone as he saw the dead bodies scattered across the battlefield.
His hands shook uncontrollably, and instinctively, he reached for the photograph he kept close to his heart, the one from my press badge. "Crystal, when you died, was it this painful?"
I watched him indifferently. 'Serves you right!'
His pathetic display of remorse sickened me. If he couldn't handle the heat, he should've left the battlefield ages ago. Let someone more capable take his place.
He grabbed at his chest abruptly. His body erupted into violent convulsions, and he fell to the ground. His strength had left him when he attempted to stand. All he could do was writhe on the