The Last Second Choice — The Courtyard Fire

The next evening, I come back from the hospital and push open the courtyard gate. The I open the gate, a trail of flames races towards my feet. In an instant, a roaring fills my vision. Huge orange flames shoot into the air, blasting me with heat. The flames dance wildly, stretching everyone's shadows long and thin across

the courtyard. Wood crackles in the fire and the familiar smell of smoke fills my nose. A dull ache starts throbbing through the old scars on my back. The laughter around me fades into a distant blur. I freeze as my mind is dragged back into the nightmare that destroyed everything years ago. Flames swallowed

I followed the walls and furniture as thick black smoke blotted out the light. My mother's terrified screams and my father's desperate cries echoed in my And there was Kale, unconscious in the middle of the flames. I dropped to my knees and pulled Kale into my arms.

Kale! Kale, please, wake up! Fiora? Babe, go. Leave me. The searing pain of burning flesh feels real all over again. the smoke makes my throat tighten a violent trauma response hits me all at once my whole

body starts shaking uncontrollably and i stumble backward on instinct at that moment all think about is kale no no kale where are you just then syrah appears and dumps a bucket of