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atlanta 2010 ( merida's point of view )
TRIGGER WARNING death, tears
The somber scene unfolds in the quiet clearing, the air thick with sorrow as Andrea, with a heart heavy with grief, delicately places Amy's lifeless body into the grave we just made. The repetitive refrain of Andrea's heartbroken words, ''I can do it,'' echoes through the peaceful atmosphere, a painful sound making me wince every time she says it.
In the fading daylight, Andrea's hands move with a mixture of determination and fragility, guiding Amy's cold body into the grave. Andrea's eyes remain fixed on the covered face of her sister, the white sheet shrouding the finality of death. Andrea looks down at Amy, with a look of sorrow and fear.
Dale, sensing the weight on Andrea's shoulders, extends his hand in a gesture of support and comfort. "Hey," he offers softly, a soothing presence in sorrow. Andrea, with a mixture of gratitude and pain, accepts his outstretched hand.
"Come on," Lori's voice, heavy with grief, breaks the silence. She stands beside me, hand in hand with Rick. I look at Carl, his eyes filled with tears. He doesn't look back up at me, I can't even imagine what it's like to see this kind of thing at 12.
I kind of can.
Our way back to the camp is silent. Light coming from the distance of the camp makes me smile. A sense of hope is still on our way. Lori holds my hand as we walk. It's still day, and it is baking outside.
Rick, Carl, Lori, and I walk quietly behind the rest of the camp. ''Burying other people is bad enough, but the thought of one of us-'' Rick's words spill out before Lori can quietly shush him, scared of anyone hearing the awful words coming out from his mouth. The phrase ''one of us'', I know with certainty doesn't include me, if Lori had said them, it would be different.
