Running For You

Ella and Gowan were a happy, perfect couple. Ella was a Peace Core volunteer, and Gowan was one of the best runners in the country. Then the bombing at the Boston Marathon changed all that.

As far as I know, there was no Ella or Gowan at the 2013 Boston Marathon, but there was a Krystle Campbell, Martin Richard, and Lu Lingzi. They all lost their lives on April 15, 2013 while watching the Boston Marathon. This story is dedicated to all of them, and to their families. We miss you, we love you, and you will never be forgotten.


2. Gowan

She was here. She was here. It just wasn't possible There was no way Ella had made it home in time for his race, yet he had heard her voice. She had been calling his name when the first explosion went off. The explosion. Oh God, if she was here in the crowd then... Gowan paniced and started to frantically search through the crowd. Everything was chaos. There were bodies everywhere, some conscious, others not. People were screaming and crying, their clothes shredded to pieces. Then there was the blood. It was everywhere. On the streets, the people, the debris. From where he stood, Gowan had seen everything; both of the explosions, the people being thrown to the ground, the frantic scrabble to get away from the smoke. He had noticed everything. Except Ella. He started to run, his head moving back and froth, taking in the faces of everyone he passed. He ran past hundreds of people, not one of them Ella. Then he saw her. She was laying in a crumpled heap near the finish line, her body torn from the shrapnel. Her legs were completely gone, with nothing but ribbons of skin left. He stared at her in shock. She looked nothing like the girl he remembered; her long, blond hair was bloodied and her face was covered in dirt and debris. He screamed for help and ran to her side. A firefighter came to help, pulling a stretcher behind him.

"Is she conscious?" the man asked. Gowan gently rocked Ella's shoulders to check, then sadly shook his head. The man lifted her on to the stretcher, then turned to face Gowan.

"How close was she to the bomb?" 

"I have no clue. I didn't even know she was here. She was calling my name when the first one went off, but I didn't see her." The firefighter nodded, taking careful note of everything Gowan said.

"Is she going to be alright?" Gowan asked. The man looked over Ella, obviously debating what he should say. The solemn expression on his face was enough of an answer for Gowan. 

"I don't know. She's lost a lot of blood, but—"

"You don't think she will be, do you?" Gowan asked rhetorically.

"As I said, I don't know. Miracles do happen, but the longer we keep talking, the more blood she's going to lose." Gowan nodded at him, and watched as he rushed towards a nearby ambulance, pulling the stretcher behind him. As the ambulance left the street, Gowan felt a lone tear run down his cheek. He quickly brushed it aside and raced off down the road, determined to make it to the hospital before Ella did.


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