”Everything I've ever loved is gone.”
She turned away from him as her hands started to shake uncontrollably. Her grandparents hands, their hands that had dressed her and held her as a babe ,in sleep, and in love, the cheeks she had kissed—all gone. Pierced. Burned by now. Turned into mere ashes. She cried out, “No!” the word pulled long and pleading, and then she spun on whoever this boy was, grabbing his shoulders, nails digging in, grabbing him and shaking him before burying her head into his chest. Still clenching his shoulders tightly, she cried. Never stopping. She didn’t even care if this snot got all over his clothes.