"Comrades," Flossie Wright spoke word by word.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Alright then," Glenn Hutchinson tightly embraced her, leaving a cool kiss by her ear, his voice low and pleasant, "Remember to protect your comrades, and I will protect you."
The night deepened.
Brilliant fireworks displayed their last burst of splendor in the sky before vanishing without a trace.
What lingered in Flossie Wright's ears was no longer the constant sound of fireworks, but his words that seemed like a vow.
...
The next day, 5 AM.
Flossie Wright woke up from her sleep.
The dormitory was as usual, but the usual sounds were absent.
Perhaps they were too exhausted from last night's fun; no one made any movement.
Flossie was quite awake, and instead of sleeping in, she quietly got up from bed.
Getting dressed, putting on shoes, wearing a hat, washing up.
Then heading out.
As soon as the door opened, a cold wind hit her face.
