~Leo's POV~

It was her fault. It wasn't his. Actually-- No. It's her fault she's dead. Don't look back, Leo. She doesn't deserve your love. She... She told me not to touch the matches.

"Don't touch the matches, mijo." My mom said. "You don't want to die, do you?" The ten year old me nodded. She smiled. "I'll be right back, vale? Bien." A few moments after she left, I ran to the black and white door. Calypso was waiting, with her almond eyes glistening, and her hair in two braids. "Is she gone?" She whispered. I nodded. Calypso ran into the house and headed to the table were my mom had left the matches.

Her eyes widened. "Can we play firefighters?!" She said. I shook my head. "She told me not to touch them." Calypso frowned, then smiled again. She told you not to touch them, she didn't tell me anything!" Calypso started making fire. Suddenly, the fire on the matches got out of control. Smoke got everywhere. My mom ran back into the room with a bucket the water, saw Calypso, and scowled. She threw the water on the fire, but that made it even worse.

She turned to me. "Mijo, coje la nina y vete! Apagare el fuego.*" I nodded and looked at Calypso. She was coughing badly and trying to put out the fire. She collapsed, from the heat, since she was closest to the fire. The fire grew, and grew. I ran to Calypso and picked her up. She didn't weigh much.

I look around frantically for my mom. She was nowhere to be found. I heard sirens outside; the firefighters were probably here. My head starting hurting, and I suddenly felt dizzy. I knew I had to get out of there, and get out of there fast. I tried all the doors until I found one that wasn't full of smoke. The trucks were already outside, so I just collapsed. Before I blacked out, I managed to spit out four words. "I-I love you, mama."

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I decided you would want an update now

......well

Bye! :3

*Son, take the girl and leave! I'll take care of the fire.

P.S. I'm Spanish, so my English isnt very good, so deal with it