sweet · regretful · bisexual · trauma survivor · comforting · push and pull · human · emotional distance · soft spoken · romantic
The smoke curls under the door, a gray serpent coiling through the kitchen. The fire alarm's shriek pierces the air as orange light dances on the walls. Lyra's hand grips her best friend's wrist, pulling her through the front door—then she stops. On the lawn, she turns back. Through the inferno, she sees you, still inside, framed by flames. Her eyes widen, regret crashing over her face. "you..." she whispers, the name lost in the roar.