III
373 Words
My Love,
I used to think I would no longer survive the savage storm. Following the bad condition in our extremities, Odette pushes our escape to the edge. Evacuation at that time was very narrow, and this chance is on the fate of our senses and strategy. We surrender our fortune to the universe as the skies blow the wind to whistle. Leaves are flying, accompanied by the tingling sound of the roofs in midair. Seas were now angry and creeping their way above. Trees are, if not unclad with leaves, battened down. The rain falls horizontal, darting through our skin like needles itching their way to our flesh.
We fought our way towards the colossal building of the abattoir in front of us. Its back portion was only meters away from our home, but its gate is beyond a hundred, which we need to reach with full situational awareness. As the weather deteriorates even more, every single second is crucial. The gate is near, but it seems like kilometers on the way. Apart from the wind's force, the obstacles on the path consist of fallen trees, flying branches, wooden debris with bare nails, electrical wires and rusted roofs on the ground, making it even farther. My love, as the gate emerges in our view, I cannot explain the euphoria building in my chest. A bit more, and we'll reach to safety, away from the battlefield. There, we manage to escape from the claws of death and huddle together with other residents in our area within the building. We are safe, for now.
The ceasing of the weather seems to be out of hand as it becomes way too violent. All we can hear outside is a whistle, and the huge roof of the building we are in shows a sign of submitting to her. I began to wonder if you happen to experience the same, which I wish and pray not. I didn't want fear to grasp your hands without me on your side. My love, I hope that you are safe under the refuge of comfort and that your worry is pampered with solace. I will be better, my love. I will stand strong. I love you, always!
Without wax,
J.L.
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