Blood trickled down Nadia's fingers.
It had a strangely thin consistency, flowing down as if it was water rather than a much denser and more viscous liquid like blood.
She stood tall, her chest pushed out, and her chin pulled high. Her eyes fell gently along the slope of her tiny nose as she cast her sights on Mathew's face.
"I've finally found you!" her lips uttered, trembling gently like butterflies dancing on the winds.
Mathew was stunned.
Save for all the blood and destruction all around, this was the scene that played out more times than necessary in the past.
Mathew slowly gulped down a mouthful of saliva.
'It's hard to be a boyfriend of a girl that's so cool,' he thought.
And exactly the same feelings would fill Mathew in the past, where his greatest worries were limited to bullies and grades.
His muscles relaxed a little; the familiar safety offered by Nadia's protection and oversight dulled the young man's senses and will to fight.
