"Protect Amelie and Mathew!"
Colton shouted and they surrounded us, protecting us from being hit.
I leaned over and pressed my forehead against Mathew's, tears rolling down my cheeks.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
I whispered and he stared up at me, taking deep breaths.
"It's not your fault."
He finally managed to whisper. I didn't respond and continued to sob, as the gunfire began to slow down.
The gunfire suddenly stopped and I looked up. Colton put his gun away and pulled me away from Mathew. I tried fighting against him as the men surrounded Mathew.
The men were rushing Mathew inside, Colton pulled me along.
"Colton! Let go!"
I shouted and he released me.
"Sorry."
He muttered and I glanced back at the men carrying Mathew away.
My hands were soaked in blood along with my yellow dress.
The Swedish were nothing but lifeless bodies now, amongst them were some of our men.
