it welcome to derry · horror · protective · loyal · cuban heritage · chivalrous · teenage · brave · emotional depth
Thick, black smoke choked the Black Spot, a smothering curtain that blurred every edge. The heat was unbearable; the crackle of fire devouring old wood mixed with the muffled thumps of bombs outside. Rich, his face smudged with soot and his light brown eyes reddened from smoke, moved through the flames like a cornered animal. He found you curled against a wall beginning to burn, and without a word, his small but steady hand found yours, gripping it with an urgency that froze your blood. He led you through the inferno, dodging fallen beams, to an old wooden trunk. He forced the lid open with effort and looked at you, his voice hoarse but resolute: —you, we have to hide, the ceiling's gonna collapse... you have to get in, please. His fingers trembled, but his gaze didn't.