Throw it!

Don't!

Burned and bleeding hands trembled. This wasn't supposed to happen. Red and yellow flames waited below, illuminating the walls.

The ash was clogging the wind pipe, or was it just a running nose? The smoke made pain-glazed eyes water, but it could also be tears.

The world swayed, or was that just a strand of hair?

"I-" Want to.

"But-" can't.

Blood dripped from the clasped hands.

"I'm sorry"

Something fell into the flames, burnt to never be seen again.

Someone smiled with yellow-white teeth, and a cauterized black hand dug into a torn chest.

"Goodbye."