Feb 18, 2015
When we were 14 || Flashback part II
Felton's fingers itched for fire, for a flame. Everything building and building and everything made his mind really foggy. He had managed to inadvertently snatch a box of matches from the old supply area. They rattled in his pocket as he stalked the hallways to the only place he knew would be abandoned.
Stowing away in the janitor closet, his shaky hands bought out the matches. With a well practiced strike it burst to life and he felt the tension in his chest lessen. He stared at it until he could feel the heat on his fingers, even then he let it burn him a little before he blew it out.