(Tw: signs of trauma, blood and bullets)

Blood ran cold. Nadwe could still feel some shock from the pain, what happened? Was it a dream? How am I here? Why is this so familiar? Nadwe kept asking himself questions he couldn't answer. Nadwe realized he was on his way to Meme's wedding. Whatever was happening he wasn't going to let history repeat itself. "Socks! Socks!" Nadwe called running over to his friend. "Socks you need to follow me, or at least listen." Socks looked surprised but he followed Nadwe. "Socks this is important," "If it's about Monika or something like that you're wasting my time." "No! It's something worse." Socks looked slightly surprised. Do they really not take me seriously? Nadwe couldn't help but to ask himself.  Nadwe tried explaining what happened but Socks clearly was not gonna believe him, and Nadwe didn't have evidence anyway.  

Nadwe sighed, "You don't believe me don't you?"  Socks shook his head and tried to say he that he didn't believe Nadwe in the most polite way possible.  Nadwe realized that him and Socks talked for too long.  A terrifying sound of a bullet piercing through the air.  Nadwe's heart raced and his head ached.  He couldn't stop thinking about Wiktoria's blank face, the blood pools, Meme's terrified face.  Nadwe didn't want to deal with it, he didn't wanna live through it again, he didn't wanna get the emotional, mental and physical scarring all over again.  Socks took a step back in shock.  Nadwe whispered to himself and tried to keep himself together.  

Nadwe grabbed Socks and dragged him up the hill, the voice appeared again and said the strange speech.  The world seemed to erupt in orange flame and explosions.  Nadwe's head spun.

Everyone stared down at the remains of the destroyed town, Meme's face shifted from devastated to anger, "YOU!" Meme shouted, "YOU DID THIS!  I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT YOU PLANNED THE WEDDING."  Meme was clearly not thinking his actions through due to grief.  Socks could hardly think of his defense.  Everyone looked at Socks with sorrowful faces, Nadwe couldn't let this happen again.  "Well what would Socks gain from Wiktoria?  Plus he wouldn't think this far ahead.  Also I was talking with Socks earlier so he couldn't shoot Wiktoria!"  Socks looked at Nadwe with a face of thankfulness.  Meme sighed, "Socks, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking."  "It's okay."

Nadwe was relieved, but he couldn't help but see Tbh's weird expression.  Confusion?  Nadwe was tired and he just headed home, or what was left of it... He passed out immediately.