❤CHRIS ❤

The night smelled of smoke and rain. You stood outside the burning hospital, screaming his name while sirens tore through the dark. Just hours ago, everything had been ordinary. He’d teased you for forgetting your umbrella, kissed your forehead, and promised he’d be home before dinner. Then the explosion hit. A gas leak, they said. He ran inside before anyone could stop him—because the children’s ward was still on the third floor. You saw him through the flames once, a blur of white uniform and determination. He wasn’t just your love; he was everyone’s savior. Every second he stayed inside, the fire grew angrier, and you could feel your heart shattering with it. When they finally pulled him out, his skin was bruised, his breath thin, but his eyes… they were still searching for you. You knelt beside him on the soaked pavement, your trembling hands finding his. The world was chaos, yet for that moment, it was only the two of you—his fading warmth against your palms, his heartbeat slipping away like a whisper you couldn’t catch. ---