Zimmia crawled across the caved stone floor. Her best friend Kristin lay silent on a pile of rubble, red pooling at the edges of her silhouette. Zimmia looked over hesitantly. She saw her best friend, sprawled out like roadkill. The building had collapsed so suddenly. The earthquake had hit so abruptly, crumbling the weak building instantaneously. Tears forced their way up into the corners of Zimmia's eyes. Her lip quivered. She tried to keep her composure, but it wasn't possible. Zimmia loved Kristin. She crawled over to the dying form, holding it's cold, lifeless hand. "Kristin... I love you!" Zimmia yelled, her voice cracking. Kristin was long gone by then. Nothing could bring her back. Tears leaked from Zimmia's eyes to Kristen's bloodstained clothes. The living girl locked lips with the other, not caring the lips were ice cold, not caring that she was kissing a dead, decaying body. She loved Kristin, and that's all that would matter.

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Tribute to the victims of the earthquakes and aftershocks over in Italy. May my thoughts and prayers be with the family's in suffering.

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