A dark-skinned woman sat on the ground. Her once-pristine dreadlocks were now undone, clumped with mud and tangled hair.
The battlefield had stripped her of her beauty, but she didn't care. Not anymore. The man she wanted to show off for was already gone, after all.
Delsie sat on the damp earth with her knees drawn close to her chest.
Her empty eyes stared into nothingness, hollow and lifeless. The last vestiges of her spirit clung desperately to the bag in her grasp.
"…"
The previous night was a disaster.
Not only had they lost the VIP target, but Delsie… She had lost something even more precious.
Delsie gingerly clutched a bag of black-coloured ash as if the slightest bit of mishandling would be enough to damage it.
She couldn't let that happen.
This was all she had left… of him.
As her lover's smiling face flashed across her mind, a single tear slipped down her cheek, lost amid the dirt smeared across her face.