<a class="postlink" href="https://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ4asKXSKmyEXKxkld4wR-emZpukd4MjoaMPLGP7_7wflGAqRDP7g_UbAYmtg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name: Ryle<br/>Age: 22    Female.<br/>no children or family left.<br/><br/>Ryle was walking around her house aimlessly. Even though it was the middle of winter, she was in short shorts and a long sweater which came down past the shorts. She normally never dressed like this except for when she was safe at home.<br/>As she walked past the roaring fireplace she brushed her hand along the mantel. All her family was there, her mom, dad, her husband of a couple months, and a picture of her with a slightly swollen belly. She kissed her fingers and placed them on the photos, before moving on to the kitchen and starting to make tea.<br/>As she waited for the water to boil, her mind wandered back to the days when she felt as if she had nothing to live for. The days where one after the other, all her family died, even her own baby. She didn't even know what gender it was, but she always thought of it as a boy.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Thats what Kyle would have wanted.</span>She thought before shaking her head and trying to shake the sad thoughts away.<span style="font-style: italic">I can do this. I konw I can. It's only been three months, but I was strong for him, and my family, now I must be strong for myself.</span>Even as she said this, she got a slight pain in her chest, thinking of the last time she had held her husband, her best friend for five years before that.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000080">They had been walking around the town, looking for something to do on a Saturday night. They lived in a fairly nice part of town and they never had to worry about guns, or police raids. They could just like the life they had always dreamed about. And this day was made even better because she had gone to the doctor earlier and he told her that she was about three months.<br/> She had yet to tell Kyle, she was waiting for the right time. She glowed though. She had gone to see Kyles mom, as they had planned some shopping. Somehow she spilled the pregnant beans and his mom was excited. She had wanted to tell her son, but Ryle had asked her not to, that she wanted to, but when the time was right.<br/> Like any normal couple, they held hands and walked at a slightly faster than lesiurly pace. Ryle was chatting nonstop, and Kyle was laughing at what she was saying, even though she was talking to fast for him to really understand. The last time he had seen his wife like this, it was when they were still just dating and he was glad to see she was over her depression or at least have it under control. He was happy with his wife. Happier than he ever thought he would be. He'd done some things in his past that made their dating life rough, but they had worked through it. <br/> Ryle had asked to go to the place where Kyle had proposed and he agreed, saying he would like to climb that tree again. Ryle laughed, said she couldn't climb that tree with her condition. He looked at her with a confused expression, what do you mean? <br/> She grinned. What do you think? He looked shocked for a second, then blinked, shook his head and asked if she was sure.<br/> Of course I'm sure. I went to the doctors to make sure. She laughed as Kyle picked her up and spun her around in a bear hug.</span></span><br/>Ryle was jerked out of her memories by the kettle whistling. She pour the tea into a ceramic mug and set a sauser on top to steep it faster. She felt the cold creeping in, reaching its cold fingers toward her bare legs and through her dyed hair to her scalp. She went into the hall and grabbed a beenie that was made for her, when she had shaved her head when her friend had to have surgery.<br/>Suddenly there was someone knocking on the door. She heard them begging to be let in as she walked over.<br/>"Hang on." She called. She undid the bolt and opened the door. She looked at the man standing there on her stoop. She looked him top to bottom quickly and felt the stabs of freezing air on her legs. "Come on. In outta the cold with you." She said, not thinking about this too hard. It happens all the time. Her father had actually joked about setting up a string of lights to keep them on the right track. "Okay. Whats your name then?" She asked, leading him to the fireplace, grapping pillows, blankets and heading to the kitchen to get more tea ready.