Humming under his breath, eyes shut, the upbeat wind runs of Avrem Lieta filtering through his headphone, Blake couldn’t help but nod off, content smile on his face. High soprano strains filtered through murky dreams and the male heard nothing but the emotionally wracked arias of La Traviata. What he didn’t hear was the alarm, the rush of feet, the panicked shouting in the hall. He was in his own music induced ecstasy and he was tired, to boot. It was only when he felt Leo ram against his bed that he rolled over, mumbling in irritation. I was almost asleep the brunet thought, shoving his pillow over his head desperate to not leave the comforting haze of sleep. It was only when another sound, dissonant against the music in his ears, filtered through that Blake sat up, watching as his room mate rushed out into the smoky hallway. Smoky hallway? Shit. Getting out of bed, the male yanked his headphones out and follow Leo’s path, immediately coughing as the acrid smoke pricked his eyes. “Jesus Christ,” Blake mumbled, wincing as a fellow student bashed into his shoulder in an attempt to leave the building. What the fuck’s the escape route Blake thought, the tiniest inkling of fear pervading his thoughts. Looking around as the hall began to clear out, the man spun around, his breath coming faster. A constant stream of curses left his lips as he headed in the direction he had seen the other male leave, his chest racking with coughs as he pulled his shirt over his mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned, grabbing onto a door knob as he wiped at his tear pricked eyes, trying to breathe through his shirt. Squeezing his eyes shut, Blake could see colours popping at the corners of his blackened vision. Sliding down the door, fingers still scrabbling on the metal surface. His breathing was shallow and even through the cotton filter, Blake knew he had to be inhaling smoke as he coughed again, stupidly inhaling through his nose. So this is how it ends, huh? The man could feel his grip slipping on the doorknob and with a heavy thump Blake hit the floor, shirt slipping off his mouth.