"Do you think she's gone?" whispered Sapphira.
I held her in my arms, holding her small and innocent head to my chest, patting her softly.
We were sheltered by a small dark shack from the heavy rain that was beating down on the shingles of the crooked rooftop. I turned slightly to face the small window on my right side that had drops of rain quickly race each other down. I could only make out a few things outside our cold and damp space that felt dry compared to what was happening outside.
Bare trees were blackened, the grass was scorched. It seems as if the darkness wouldn't ever leave us. There was no colour even to describe the sky, if there was any colour left.
She shivered even more, moving closer to me, trying to trap the heat we lacked without a blanket. I stroked her short damp hair and held the the singed ends of her chestnut brown hair for a moment. I scoffed to myself. When is this war going to end?
Sapphira looked up to me, her shiny green eyes filled with a little bit too much colour, waiting for my response.
I looked out through the small window again.
"Yes," I whispered back softly, "She's gone."
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