Dom
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The waves rose up against the coast and rippled away again, taking with them, the memories of that night. Sometimes I would find Andy sitting on the pebbled ground, watching the sun set turn from orange to scarlet tones. And I knew who she was thinking of.
As in all battles, some must fall. And the casualty we suffered, would stay with us forever.
Red was family. Someone I barely knew, and yet understood with every fibre of my being. She had wanted a life for Andy. She was the Aunt Cyrus spoke about every day. He would sit there atop his pillow, eyes bright, regailing stories about their adventures. In the end she seemed like a fairy tale. Something plucked from his books. A hero rising above all the chaos and injecting good into the world.
She was a treasure that the wor
