“ Harry?”

“ Yes, Teagan.”

“ Have you always wanted to be a fireman?”

“ Not really, no.”

“ When did you find out then?”

He sighed.

She tilted her head towards him, watching his sudden change of demeanor.

“ I once read online, that the pain of being burned, is the worst pain of all. I didn’t like the thought of someone having to endure that.”

“ That’s it?”

“ No.”

“ Do you want to tell me?”

“ I think I need to tell someone.”

“ I’m someone.”

He smiled.

And naturally, so did she.

“ I had someone once. I loved her, like, I was so in love with her, Teagan. That kind of love that the lone thought you have when you’re with that someone is “God I love you, please never leave because I honestly don’t know what I’d do with myself if you ever did”. She was- she was it for me.”

He spoke of her in such pain, yet such love, and she didn’t know why, but he looked absolutely beautiful, yet devastatingly sad, speaking of her.

She almost envied her.

Or him.

“ Was?”

“ Yeah. She was in a car accident. It exploded, and she was stuck inside. They couldn’t get her out. I couldn’t even identify her. And that was when I decided that the burn pain, is just as bad for the one getting burned, as it is for everyone receiving such news. I didn’t want that for anyone.”

“ I’m sorry.”

“ It’s- oh, fuck!”

His sentence was brought to an abrupt end, as he squeezed his eyes shut, hitting with his free hand the ground beside him.

“ Harry, are you alright?”

She didn’t like seeing him in pain.

He didn’t look himself when he was in pain.

“ I- I’m alright. It’s okay.”

He huffed, his cheeks expanding and shrinking, with the fastened breaths he took in and released.

She watched his body react to the intolerable pain coursing through it.

Pain was imprinted on his normally serene features.

She wondered if his body could hold on for much longer.

She wondered if he really wanted it to.

The pool of blood framing his figure was much larger than the one framing hers.

He couldn’t move half his body, and the other half hurt too much for him to.

She knew what that meant.

“ Don’t die, Harry. Please.”

He breathed in and out, twice, before he was able to speak at all.

His eyes slowly opened, revealing their soothing green, but it was attacked with prominent red veins.

“ What were you doing when this happened?”

He asked instead.

“ I was on the phone with my friend, her wedding is coming up, she was choosing colors for my dress. I’m her maid of honor.”

“ When is it?”

He had difficulty speaking.

Maybe he had always had.

But now, he had trouble hiding it.

She knew what that too, meant.

“ Three months from tomorrow.”

“ What color did she choose?”

His eyes closed again, his lips forming into a thin line.

She could tell that it was to prevent him from releasing any screams again.

“ She’s torn between like wine red, or grass green.”

“ These are two contrasting colors.”

“ She’s quite a contrasting friend.”

He laughed.

It was brief and choked, but she managed to make him laugh.

“ How will the dress look like?”

So, she spent the next hour or so, telling him about every small detail of that dress, that she didn’t even know if she’d ever live to wear.

He was silent, only nodding, or humming in agreement, as to not allow it to reform into a groan of agony.

Finally, he said, “ I like green better.”

And she replied saying, “ Me too. It reminds me of your eyes.”

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a/n: this is coming to an end soon i'm so sad

let me know what you think

ily x