he hears sirens and his eyes see bits and pieces around him.

a loud roaring sound causes blood to rush from his ears.

he hears yelling following after.

"the girl! the girl! the girl!" he hears repeatedly.

he turns his head away from the smoke and back at the trees on the side of the pond.

he sees a person with a match flicking the flame.

off

on

off

on

he closes his eyes once more and the sounds go mute.
••••

"is he waking?" a voice says.

"soon." another says.

his eyes open to a bright white.

his eyes adjust amd he realizes the walls are white, the floors are white, the man before him is  wearing white.

"where is she?" he asks, his voice sounded unrecognizable.

"please tell me she's okay." he adds, his voice growing weak.

"im sorry to tell you this but the girl...the girl in the fire didn't make it." the man says.

the words he is hearing doesnt make sense.

nothing makes sense.

"sir sir, stay awake sir!"

the voice fades and fades.

she's dead?

the pain overwhelms him.

they were starting fresh.

a new beginning.

he was going to prove it to her.

he was going to make it all up to her.

shes dead.

shes gone.

my love is gone.