The Days Before

My name is Lilian Tracy. I was born in Boston, years before the war. Back then, I was just like anyone else. Young, pretty, wealthy and, most of all, stubborn. But not stubborn enough. Back then I made one mistake, a mistake that rippled through my life, tearing everything apart. I fell in love. This time, I'm not making that mistake again. I'll die first.


1. Just One Moment


 “You are not a monster,” he whispered to me, voice soft as thunder, the tone of it rushing through me in a single wave, as though my own still heart somehow propelled it though my blood.
 You are not a monster. Five words to make me love him, five words to wash away the world.
 Five words that would never be true, especially not now. Not here. Not like this.
 Not standing in the sea of blood I’d spilt, out shoes sending the sluggish liquid rippling out like echoes of the screams that had come before.
 But I let him have his moment of peace, let him pretend for just another breath that what he said was true, that I believed him, that somehow our belief could make it true.

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