Hold it Close...

    It was cold, and dark, and raining on the pier that night. She had to get to the boat before it left without her. As she walked down the brick path, she reached into the bag strapped over her shoulder and pulled out a small hand grenade and looked at it with a deep expression of sadness and longing. It was there just in case. She would rather die that let them take her.

    All of the sudden, the girl heard metallic clicks from behind.

They found her...

    She pulled the pin and held it close to her heart.