"Christ! Wake up! What are you doing here?"
Christ was still sobbing. Even Clarissa's voice now filled his head. Although he did not yet know the whereabouts of his beloved, who might still be trapped in the rubble or had been roasted to death.
"Christ!"
Christ was silent. His sobbing stopped for an instant when he realized the voice was not coming from inside his head. Rather, it was Clarissa's distinctive voice.
Christ searched for the source of the voice. He looked up at Clarissa, who was running towards him with a face as dirty as charcoal. With hands carrying an equally dirty medical kit.
Quickly, Christ moved on, running even faster than he had run before. Just to meet and welcome Clarissa, who had been his biggest fear besides losing his mom a few years ago.
Christ hugged Clar
