Moses leaned over her, his heart starting to race when her chest didn’t rise and fall with every breath. She’s not breathing and it is your fault. He placed his index and middle finger on her neck to check for a pulse but there was nothing. He then began to try resuscitating her but that didn’t work either, Moses didn’t know a thing about first aid but he would rather try that not bother at all. “Hey…no…no…don’t-don’t do this, please don’t do this,” He pleadingly whispered as he placed his hand at the back of her head to lift her face up to his. Surrounding them was the remains of their home, Moses had lost control again while she was asleep and set the house alight. He had managed to her out in time before the place caught ablaze completely but there was so much smoke that not even he could handle it. But she was okay, she had to be okay. Moses cradled her, his forehead pressed against hers as his tears dripped onto her face-running down her lifeless face. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…sorry…sorry” He cried as he rocked back and forth with her in his arms. Why did he have to be the one that survived? Why did he get to be the lucky one when he had been the cause of the fire in the first place? Her parents had constantly warned her that he was ticking timebomb, of course they didn’t actually know the truth about him, but they were right yet she still moved in with him anyway. She had seen something in him that he-or anyone else-couldn’t see and that alone had made him fall for her. When he had finally told her of his secret, she wasn’t at all afraid, she simply kissed his palms and called him her sun-in referrence to his high body temperature. “Come back to me….please come back, please baby,come back" He whimpered as she lay lifeless in his arms. He moved his face upwards until his lips touched her forehead, emergency sirens could be heard in the distance. Moses didn’t have a single clue as to how he was going to explain himself but he wasn’t just going to leave her there.He couldn’t. It was a cold night and only he could keep her warm. As the fire engine neared the house the light became blindingly bright until Moses had to squint to see past the headlights. He shielded his eyes from the light with one arm while tightening his hold on her with the other. Soon everything became a white noise, the firefighters rushing towards the house and the paramedics who tried to pry her out of Moses’ arms. Moses…Mooses..Moooooooses. A familar feminine voice cooed from the distance, his eyes darted down to the girl in his arms but she was gone. He furrowed his eyebrows and clambered to his feet, searching for the source of the voice. Moses…Moses! The voice grew more impatient and suddenly he bllinked and he was back in his bed again-in the same bedroom that had burned in the fire-being shaken awake by his girlfriend in the bed beside him. Moses blinked his way out of a trance and immediately pulled her into a hug. “You’re okay, it was just a bad dream.” She sighed, sounding a little irritated as he showered her face with kisses.
It wasn't entirely stressful being the girlfriend of a firebender. Ironic, though, since Gladys considered herself more an Earthy type despite not having the physical capabilities Moses had. But she worried about him, all the time, and not for the reasons her family and Moses himself thought she would. The guy was an overall worrier. Everything he did, he did with a furrowed brow. Always so deep in thought, so analytical. As thoughtful as he was, and as much as Gladys loved him for that, it was worrying. Moses never allowed himself to really relax, to just take a breath and not think too hard about the little things. It wasn't to say that Gladys wasn't a logical person, but she certainly didn't think in the sense that Moses did. He was... well... dramatic. And perhaps this hadn't been the first, nor the last, time that she'd awake him from a nightmare. Why did he do this to himself? She couldn't help but wonder every time. Moses had nothing to worry about with her Gladys. The brunette was an independent thinker- she made the conscientious decision to date him, to love him, to support and care for only him. Her family called her insane, hell, Moses considered her insane. But Gladys, truthfully, didn't think too hard about it. Their life was just that, theirs. And, if their lives came with Moses slightly warming the bed with his body temperature, or Gladys having to sleep with a scratchy, flame-retardant, blanket until he got his dreams in line? Well, so be it. At least this time, like the others, she woke him up before Moses burned her with his palm; at least he didn't set the bed on fire. Placing her clammy palm gently against his jaw line after his peppered kisses, Gladys sighed lowly at his facial expression. "Which one was it this time, huh? Which dream was it?" There were too many to account for, and Gladys grew curious. He was tormented by too many thoughts.
