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Alex opened his look to the taste of dust and blood. His repointlander was on the floor. He tried to lift it, but to no avail. A small groan escaped his lips, followed by a fit of coughing. What happened? The position before him was something out of a Michael Bay movie. Grey cover, rebar, settling dust, unconscious(p) bodies. Unconscious, or maybe dead. What happened? He tried to move his leg, with the effectiveness of lay out a fire with gaso extraction. It was crushed by several tonnes of concrete and twisted metal. What happened?He finally found the strength to raise his head a fraction of an inch from the concrete. Caroline. He desparately searched the gondolanage around him until his eyes locked on a face. His wife. Dammit, what the hell happened? He tried to lift his head further, but only succeeded in inducing a coughing fit, forcing him to turn the small amount of progress he had do. Suddenly, a faded, sickly sounding congressman pierced the unnatual stillness th at had enveloped the space since he awoke. Hey.Her lips were powder white, and the voice was barely above a whisper, but she was alive. He managed a weak grimace before moving his own lips.Hey.His eyes traced a line from her face, down her body, only to see a foot of rebar protruding from her ribcage. His smile wavered, but he forced himself to keep a smile askew on his own powder-caked face. Later. Later Ill tell her.How are you doing fill out?A little sore.She managed a weak trace of a smile, that promptly turned into a grimace. Her labored breathing caused the rebar to sway back and forth, alike(p) a macabre tree in an invisible breeze. The effort of lecture obviously exhausted her. He once again started examining the surrounding wreckage, giving her a little ti... ...bye to the love of his life. He gripped the steering wheel, and put the car in reverse, swinging out of the parking spot, and onto the open road, Carolines last words echoing in his head. Til Death do us pa rt.The words echoed all the way home, and followed him into the house. His every thought was occupied by her. The more he thought, the more he realized it felt like she was actually there. He closed his eyes, and opened them, disappointed to find that it wasnt actually true. Despite this, he smiled and laid back, his head propped up, the way he used to do when she laid on top of him, often dropping asleep on a summer afternoon, and only waking up to go to bed. He still couldnt shake the feeling that made her seem absolutely tangible to him, despite the absense of her presense. He finally said, to nonexistence in particular, Darling, youll never be dead to me.