Madilyn McClellan

heart shaped locket

The building towered a thousand stories high. When the fire struck, it started incinerating in what felt like minutes, but could have been hours. I could feel blood slowly oozing from the sleek cut on my forehead. Regardless, a big smile was strewn across my face. Months of fighting, plan coordinating and death. Finally the tower is gone. I take a deep breath and turn to my friend Arra, she clutches her injured arm, curiosity clinging to her face.