~ Three Days After the Fight was Over ~
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"We burned so many bodies," Shawn mutters.
"Yeah," I replied.
"I don't think I'll ever get that smell out of my brain," he mumbled.
I agree. The scent of flesh burning is putrid. It's the worst scent in the world. Aside from death itself.
"The grounds look like nothing ever happened now." Shawn commented.
"Thanks to the Witches," I muttered a reply.
"Yeah..." he said.
Shawn and I were in the kitchen eating. Well, sort of. It's hard to stomach anything after everything we saw. I know it's affecting Shawn pretty badly too.
Neither of us barely touched our food, but I wish Shawn would stop talking. I think he's just trying to make sense of his feelings, but I just want to be left alone. While Sh
