That one night was surely my last. The canyon was too large for us to escape. The blaze seemed to be touching us. It was what some would call a miracle we didn't burst into flames.
I could see nothing, besides the glow of a full moon, and smoke. Feeling was another thing, however. I would wish I wouldn't feel anything, but he had my hand. If we die tonight, I never want to let go of these final moments.
The rain beat hard on my clothes, making them stick to me. Tears streamed down my face carelessly, dropping onto my bare feet. It had been reckless to come here at this hour.
Suddenly a helicopter came, and quickly lowered a chain ladder. "Please, climb on."
At the flames came closer, he pulled me into a hug. He lent down to my ear and whispered, "I love you."
He helped me onto the ladder, the fire was right on him now. I quickly looked back up, and climbed faster.
As I made it to the top, I looked down to see him still down there. I was about to yell for him, when I saw his foot had gotten tangled in our gear. It had gotten him tangled to a rock a few yards away. It dawned on me he would not escape, for he had known he wouldn't.
I started screaming for him, nearly jumping out before someone held me back. My tears came twice as fast now, washing the ashes off of my cheeks.
He looked up, and locked eyes with me. He smiles slightly, before the flames completely covered him from sight.
A/N
Hey guys, just a little story I decided to write. I just felt so much...
I listened to "I See Fire" by Ed Sheeran while writing this
That song is powerful, gosh