The Worst Feeling Ever by Olha Holyk

I ran to save her.

I wanted so badly to save her. But I understood that she will be gone from minute to minute. Finally, I found the right door in this labyrinth of corridors. I ran out and froze. Hundreds of people lay in the sand. They were all dead. Blood dripped onto the sand, mixing with it, making a terrifying burgundy porridge. I looked for Phoebe. Deep down, I knew she was still alive. I believed it. 

And I noticed her. She ran along the sea, trying to escape. I ran after her. There was nothing left alive down there. 

- Phoebe! I have found you! Oh God, are you okay? How is a child? 

- It's okay, he's stronger than me ... 

- How far along are you? 

- 8 months. 

And we ran. I said that I would protect her, no matter what. 

After that day in the morning we lay in the bed. She was trembling, but I hugged her tighter and said: 

“I've been looking for you for so long. You and our child. It's finally over. I can't believe you're here. I cannot believe that after so many agonizing months of searching, you’re mine again. 

- Michael, I … 

- I know, I know everything. You don't have to tell me what happened now. Tell me when you're ready. I'll wait as long as necessary. 

- Okay. But how did you find me? 

And I told her everything. How it all started and how I got in touch with Dino - a strict, but a good guy. The latest tip turned out to be true. They were all taken to the beach to cover up the evidence - just kill them. 

- You are my everything, you know that? 

She was silent. Sure. Phoebe is still shocked. But maybe something has changed. Has she changed? We have always overcome difficulties together, since the day we met in the hospital. We were strangers, but she supported me as a family. 

After a couple of days, she became even gloomier. Phoebe became afraid of every rustle, she became scare of their own shadow. It was like she is still captured. I didn't understand how to help her. I asked what I can do for her. 

- Michael. I am dead inside. You can't help me anymore. 

The most terrible words in my life. The worst feeling is when you are unable to help your loved one. Being powerless is worse than any torture.