I shiver with him, shouting each other’s names together, and he feels that he is as strong as iron in my body.
Outside is the deafening sound of artillery fire, we are here with the ultimate romance until death comes.
Although James is very tired, he is very interested tonight. We don’t know how many times he has done. We know he is tired and falls asleep on my body.
I find a comfortable posture and get into his arms.
Finally, he is by my side again, I couldn’t sleep, hug his sweaty body, watch him fascinated as he sleeps, and kiss the corner of his mouth again and again.
In the morning, I am awakened by James. His strong body presses against me, shouting my name.
I wake up soon, my body wakes up faster than consciousness, and I have long been entangled with him.
James is so energetic that I couldn’t stand it.
Finally, I have to beg for mercy.
“Please, stop, I can’t anymore,” I whisper to him in shame.
James smiles stubbornly and looks at me with pride, but in the end, he hurries to finish it and let me go.
After breakfast, I take the camera and walks out of the hotel with him.
Then I greet everyone I know. The breath of the morning smells of the smoky smell of war, choking people, but this couldn’t resist my good mood now.
James looks at me indulgently beside me. He knows that I am showing off, proudly raises the corner of his mouth, and shakes the hand we hold.
“Hi! Your man is so handsome!” Julia praises him, James bows gentlemanly, bends over, and says, “Thank you, the lady around me is more beautiful.”
Julia is somewhat envious, “Oh, he is really a good man, Carol, where did you find it?”
“God gives me.” I laugh twice, as happy as before.
So everyone around knows that Carolina’s man comes to her, a handsome and infatuated man, they are very happy.
Here I actually have a sense of humor that shows the love of the world. I can’t be favored by the men around me.
Sena is going to have a wedding with his fiance and invites me to go with James.
We sit in the auditorium together and watch them happily.
They have a custom here. The groom wants to put flowers on the bride’s head with his own hands. James sees here and suddenly runs out.
When he comes back, there is an unknown flower in his hand.
He purses and doesn’t look at me, clumsily put flowers on top of my head.
“Plug my flower, you are mine,” James says the ear tip can be read.
He is shy.
The newcomers are swearing, we look at each other and smile, we are all naive guys.
I smile and say, “Okay.”
In the evening we snuggle up with each other. During the day I go to interviews and photography. James follows me. He helps me carry what I need. Anyone who meets should ridicule him.
“Your lover is your little follower.”
James raises his eyebrows and doesn’t care.
Whenever he sees small wildflowers on the side of the road, he would pick them down and bind them together carefully with a rope.
I reach out and he gives me a glance, “I can’t give it to you yet.”
I take back my hand and don’t know what this guy is going to do.
The wildflowers are keeping in the hotel bottle, and he disappears with the flowers early in the morning.
Where can he go? I hurriedly put on my clothes, forget to even freshen up, and hurry out.
James never goes out without me knowing it.
When I see someone, I ask, “Did you see James?”
The little girl smiles while covering her mouth, pointing to the front, “He is waiting for you there.”
What is he doing? The question in my heart grows bigger, and I run past where the little girl pointed.
The place used to be a church, but it is just blown up, leaving some ruins.
On the way, we meet Julia, who says mysteriously, “You also go to church? It is said that there are great surprises today, and the children can eat too.”
I don’t know what she’s talking about. Is this related to James?
When I push the door open, I get the answer I want.
This collapsed church has been packed up quickly, and the table is filled with food.
James puts on a delicate suit and looks at me quietly with the bouquet he has accumulated in his hand.
Two young girls suddenly appear beside me, holding veils in their hands.
I stare at James.
He just smiles and looks at me tenderly.
With a veil on his head, Julia pushes me who is still stunned and says, “Go to him quickly.”
James stands there like a prince.
I realize this, does he want to propose to me?
My tears flow out in a flash, and I walk step by step, my heart beating violently.
Finally, I stand in front of him, James hands me the flowers, then kneels on one knee and takes the ring from his pocket.
He looks up at me with some nervousness, “I prepared the ring before, but I never have a chance. Last time, I was ready, but you come here, I can only chase after you.”
When I find out that James is nervous, I would whisper something, and my tears would drop down, hitting the bouquet, and I am a little impatient.
“James.” I interrupt him, sobbing, and says, “Will you disdain me? You know I have married.”
I can only promise to marry you, but I don’t know when this dream will be fulfilled.
James raises the ring and says, “In my heart, you are my only wife.”
“Marry me!” James shouts loudly.
I am afraid to reach out and let him bring the ring onto my ring finger.
Everyone is cheering for us, James puts me in his arms and kisses my lips.
He stands in front of the ruins and does the most romantic thing in his life.
James, you are my only husband, lover of this life.
In these days, there is an interview with the refugees after the terrorist attack, in the northwest of the city.
James couldn’t follow me and says goodbye to me reluctantly.
Since the proposed to me, he is particularly sticky.
I look at him reluctantly and suddenly laugh, “I just go for an interview. I won’t be here today. I will definitely be back tomorrow.”
Then I kiss the corner of his mouth, and he is rejoicing.
The car drives some of our media reporters away, but I vaguely see James standing there, watching me.
Andy says, “You are so sweet.”
I nod and look at where he disappears and says, “Yes.”
“It’s really enviable. Speaking of it, I used to have a girlfriend, but it is separated when I come out to be a war correspondent.” Andy sighs when he is somewhat lost.
My relationship with him is more complicated.
The road is very uneven. The car shakes violently when passing through the town. The driver says that as soon as he passes this town, we will be there.
In this way, many people breathe a sigh of release, not only because of the difficulty of the road, but also because we enter the area where terrorist organizations are active, and no one can say whether they will encounter it.
Everyone is worried.
Suddenly, a fierce gun battle breaks out in front of me, and the sound of the gunshot makes many people’s hearts lift.
The driver couldn’t go ahead, so the driver has to find a new passable road.
We don’t know why the gunfire comes out, and the last thing we want is to run into a terrorist organization.
With a “bang”, the gunshots go from far to near, and the car stops here forever before re-starting.
The driver is shot dead.
“What…”
Everyone is panicked, the danger is so close to themselves, no one could hold their breath.
“Don’t scare away! Everyone be careful!” Andy comforts everyone as much as possible, gets out of the car, and plans to take over the driver and begins to escape.
The people in front finally show up, carrying their unique logo, which is from the terrorist organization!
Andy is controlled under the car, and none of us could go.
“Oh!”
They make a sound of excitement and surround us with guns.
Fear spreads from my heart. I hide my head and hide in the crowd. We are pressed onto a military truck by them.
The most terrifying thing finally happens, we are hijacked.
What greets us is that no one knows whether it is life or death.
We are controlled in a dilapidated town, and several people are tied together with their hands and feet tied.
“Relax. We should be fine, they probably just want our ransom.” Andy says, “I have been here for three years, this kind of thing has happened many times, so don’t worry.”
But the result is beyond everyone’s expectations. The hostages rescued before and the destroyed base completely angers them.
This group of beasts, just pull a person, begin to kill, all the process will be recorded, and then provoked.
I witness the whole process, look at the blood that is sprayed from the large artery in front of me, look at the man’s helpless begging, and listen to the screams when he is abused at the beginning, all of which breaks my heart.
I tremble and cover my mouth, I don’t want to scream, but the scene is really shocking.
The rest I can only do is to tremble and hug myself.
I don’t know if James gets the news. What if he really dies here?
I dare not think about it.
The corpses are thrown beside us, the weather is hot, and finally, they begin to rot and emit a foul smell.
People here are numb, snuggling with each other, despair in their eyes.
“Who is Carolina?” Someone calls my name.
II am the head of a terrorist organization.
I dare not to respond because I do not know whether I am greeted by life or death.
The fierce head glances at us and says, “As long as you tell me that it is Carolina, everyone else will be fine.”
The only people who know me here is Andy.
He points at me without hesitation.
Everyone gives a breath.
Andy does not dare to look at me and could only whisper, “Sorry, I am responsible for myself and others.”
At that moment my heart sinks low, and I know what greets me.
Head to head tied me to the chair, in front of the open camera.
Am I going to die soon? What kind of death is welcoming me?
Until this moment, all of my minds is James, sorry, James, I can’t be with you anymore.