Nov 23, 2018
Peter shoved the collapsed, charred furniture, ignoring the burns on his fingertips in his desperation. Smoke filled the air, choking his lungs, as he stumbled into the center of the apartment.
He could barely care about the ruined furniture, or the damage, or the lost possessions. The only thing he could focus on was the body in the center of the room, still and lifeless.
N-no.
Not her.
An uncontainable rage stung his eyes with tears and his fists balled at his sides till his knuckles were white. With clench teeth he looked up to the far wall, where words were scrawled in blood and grime.
I did this for you. :)