The Last Love
Chapter 1: The Fire
The ignoramus fire grew seven feet high as we sprinted across the ground dotted with wreckage for the light. As I stumbled through the remains of the burning building, an excruciating pain hit my ankle sent me flying to the ground. Shards of glass from the chandelier appeared to be lodged in my ankle.
"Come on, we have to keep moving or else we won't make it!" Xanthos said with urgency, his blue eyes filled with fear. His brown hair resembled a bird's dream nest and his red shirt was covered in rips. "But there's glass stuck in my ankle and it hurts worse than a gunshot" I whined. He knelt down beside me and placed his bruise covered hand gently on my check and said "Do you think you can walk?" he asked calmly. "I don't think so…" I said while looking down at my hurt ankle my dark brown hair falling into view. He made me feel like I was the only one that mattered again. Why does he make me feel like I don't deserve him?
"Then I'll carry you." He said as he stuck out his hand to me. "No, just go on without me. I'll just slow you down, and then neither of us will make it out alive." I said willing to die for him. "Look, I wouldn't be able to live with the fact that I let the girl I love, die just because she didn't love herself enough. You have to accept yourself, flaws and all. I accept you." He said looking at his feet for a movement before looking back at me more serious than before "But-" I began to say but his blue eyes, filled with so much love and passion told me that he wouldn't leave without me. "Alright" I said finally.
He picked me up in his arms held me so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. Why was he doing all of this for me? We headed for the exit but I knew we wouldn't make it. We spent so much time arguing that now the fire was blocking the exit and my extra weight pulling him down wasn't helping very much. We became surrounded by ignoramus walls off cascading fire. "Darn it. There has to be an exit!" he said struggling to keep me in his arms that were covered in cuts and burns "I told you, you should have left me to die." I said. It was my fault that we were not going to live to tomorrow and it killed me inside that he would die with me unlike me he deserved to live death was not the reward he should get for all he did for me. He gave his life for an attempt to save me, which even I knew was impossible even for him. He was worn down, the fire was getting closer, and there was nothing I could do. "Look, I love you more than anything in the world. If I left you to die, I could never find anyone else who could make me feel the way I do about you. Why can't you see that?"He said with frustration. Looking in circles and trying desperately to keep me in his arms despite his many wounds and weariness. "I-" I began to say but the roof came crashing down and I realized that was the last word I would ever speak to Xanthos again.
