Numb. She felt numb all over and detached as she walked around inside the ruins of her old house in a daze. Now and then Nancy stopped to look at objects or pieces of broken things that brought more memories crashing back on top of her. Her tears had dried and restarted many times over until she felt that there was no way that she could cry any more. Then something else would start her off and she'd cry uncontrollably again. The one thing, the one constant that had been there through all of this. The thing that had kept her going the strongest as the light at the end of the mad, wild ride through this tunnel, had now gone out. Cruelly snuffed out of existence and snatched away from her, just as she had returned to claim it once more as hers. …show more content…
She carried on for what felt like hours, sifting, looking, stopping, walking, staring, crying. She wasn't sure what she was looking for or whether she was looking for anything at all. She felt lost and so desperately sad. Her heart ached as she thought of all the memories she could recall of Henri, of what he looked like, what he said, what he did, what they did together and now what they would never be able to do together. She recalled all of her dreams of what life would be like after this accursed War was over and mentally crossed them through and discarded them. They came and went as she finally allowed herself to imagine all the things that she'd suppressed during her days away, the things that she'd almost imagined could of happened to Henri, to explain why he never showed up, never contacted her. They all came to the forefront of her mind and she found herself imagining him in pain, being beaten and hurt by faceless monsters masquerading as men. What's that...? Her eyes flicked to the floor and her thoughts jolted back to the present: It can't be... can it? She bent down quickly and brushed aside some loose bricks and splinters of wood with her palm to get at the object that had caught her …show more content…
What the Hell had hit Henri? How dare they hit Henri? WHO had dared to touch him...? Which bastard had landed the last blow, or pulled the trigger that hurt him. She got angrier as her thoughts turned to dark thoughts again; about what had happened to him and why. Suddenly she exhaled loudly and made a decision to damn well find out what had happened to him and who was responsible. Am I above seeking vengeance on them? Not bloody likely. Get ready, I'm coming for you you cowardly scum. Be afraid. Nancy jumped to her feet, pushed the photo carefully into her pocket and walked determinedly out from the ruin of her house. Once outside in the rain she knocked on her next door neighbour's house and the little old lady came back to the door, "I'm sorry, but thank you so much for looking after Picon for me, but could you do it once more for a few days please? Then I promise I'll be back to collect him." "Of course child. I've grown quite used to him. Are you feeling a little better now dear?" She looked at Nancy in front of her, soaked through to the skin. Nancy nodded