Hey guys!
This is something that I wrote up, not really sure where I was going with it. I am now hoping to build a story around it, and I hope you like this short little chapter enough to be interested in a story with further chapters. I hope to have chapters up soon, and for those of you who enjoy my story 'Are you dreaming about Lt. Matthew Casey?' another update will be up tonight or tomorrow.
So I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please review to tell me if you like it and if I should continue!
Happy Sunday!
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Your heart races rapidly in your chest. Your ears pound with the intensity of the situation. Sweat drips from your forehead and steams up your mask. The smoke clouds your vision, and you only hope that you're going the right way. You can feel the heat from the roaring flames and you try to focus on moving your feet, climbing stairs upon stairs. This seems like any other fire, any other intense situation, but it's not. You have to move faster, you have focus more; you have to climb that last flight of stairs. Because you're not just hoping to find a stranger buried within all the smoke, you're hoping to find one of your own. You have to find them. Because they're family, they're yours, you love them and everyone loves them. You push on with a driving passion to keep them alive for yourself, for the house, for their family, for them. You have to see those eyes again, that face, that hair, that body. We lost Andy, you lost Hallie and you sure as hell won't lose another. You won't allow yourself to lose another; you won't allow them to die, because you love them. It took all this for you to realise it, it took the prospect of losing them for your stupid self to realise what you'd felt along, what you'd felt for years and you hid it all away until now. And you hope to God that you get the chance to tell her, because the fire's getting hotter and the smoke is getting thicker and that chance is slimming every second. Your heart jumps in your throat when you get to the top of the stairs and you fear for her now. You get to her apartment and the memories of last night flood your mind, you hope you can feel her like that again. You have too, you need too, and you can't lose her. Because she's Dawson. She's Gabriela Dawson, and you love her, and you need her to be alive.
You will not lose another.
Because she's Gabriela Dawson, and you love her, and you need her to be alive.
You kick open the door and scream.