He pushed me out of the elevator, a soft smile on his face. The smoke clouded the air. His yellow hair brushed against his features, and forget-me-not blue eyes stared into mine.
"Hinata, take care of our child," he whispered, the elevator doors closing.
"NARUTO!" I screamed, tears pricking my eyes and my fist pounding against the sliver elevator doors. People around me shuffled, screaming and crying. Firemen breaking their way into the lobby, hustling everyone out.
Strong, gloved hands, grabbed my shoulders saying,"Miss, you need to get out."
I wanted to stand there in this building and die, along with Naruto. But his words whispered through my head. His last words. Strong hands grabbed my around my shoulders again and pushed me through, getting out the door with the hysteric crowd.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The sirens of New York's fire department, speeding through the streets. Running across the asalt, chest hurting and heart pounding. Maybe it was forever, tears streaming, my eyes red.
The second Twin Tower fell first. Then the first. The one Naruto was in. Smoke, dirty smoke, filled the air.
I held my hand up to where the first tower use to be and whispered," Naruto, you are forever my hero."
In memorial of 9/11 For the ones who got out, and for the ones who didn't. For the ones who may have let the next person have the elevator, instead of themselves. For the firemen that risked their lives to save them all. And all the heros.