fire [drabble #11]

do me a favor and read this in the most HEARTBROKEN VOICE YOU CAN IMAGINE because that's how i heard it as i wrote it

have a blast 🔥

I have a problem.

Multiple problems, really. Lack of fashion sense, no chill, Kai, bad movie obsession... a lot. I won't lie.
Yet there is one you probably wouldn't know about if I don't tell you.

I have a huge fear of fires. Not the tiny one on the stove or the one crowning a candle wick, but the roaring flames of campfires and burning buildings. 
The wisps of bright heat that can whisk away entire cities, entire families, entire forests in the blink of an eye.

We would run. 
We would run from the fires, leaving behind all we had created in search of a new beginning. Our homes, our belongings, everything. Even those too weak to run. The sick, the elderly. 

I've seen people burn to death, their screams of agony unbearable to hear. It's etched into my mind like the horrid carvings on dead trees. 
I can't remember them for the good they did me, only the excruciated looks on their faces as their flesh burned away. It makes me want to hurl.

Yet I can't run from those memories. I can't run from fires in my head. 
They say some people like to watch the world burn.
Those people are sick.

cheer [drabble #12 || Andrewla]

sorry this is crap i felt like uploading bc it's FUN 👍

"We're friends before anything else. I'll always be here to cheer you up." He said with that grin. That grin that could make flowers jealous.
Angela didn't like admitting it, but she was smitten with the dark-haired boy. He was clever, kind, careful, and stayed steady and reliable when she felt like she was falling. 

"I..." She started, looking over at him. Andrew. Fish boy. Professional nerd. 
"Thank you. That means more to me than you know." Her smile was small and wavering, but she'd meant what she'd said. Things had been getting pretty hectic recently, with all the talk of a war starting in the Magic Realm. Having someone to lean on was what she needed.

Scooting across the sofa to be closer to him, Angela took Andrew's slender hand in her own smaller one. They both gazed at the swirled plaster ceiling, not questioning anything that was happening. After a few minutes, Andrew spoke.

"I don't care how many clowns or evil store clerks I have to fight; I'll always have your back." He squeezed the small brunette's hand reassuringly. 
"I'll always be here for you, so don't be afraid." And he meant it.