Page 59 of When It Rains He Pours

I couldn't fight the fire, I couldn't stop the fire, I couldn't steal it's oxygen and make it grow weaker.

It's time to go! Before it's too late!

A voice inside my head took charge, forcing me to do the only thing I didn't want to. I didn't want to give up.

Struggling to crawl across the floor, the room began to get fuzzy and my head felt light and dizzy. I could see the very bottom of the door, but it was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open.

My chest burned on the inside, my throat was dry and brittle as I gulped for clean air. Nothing was coming, I was suffocating and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Falling onto my face, my knees gave out, releasing my body onto the floor. I had no strength left to carry me along. It didn't matter how much I wanted to fight, I was done.

Tears fell down my cheeks as every inhale felt like I was swallowing sizzling needles. Each breath became more shallow than the last. Closing my eyes, I curled up into a small ball, hoping that I would pass out before the fire engulfed me.

Blackness swooped in, stealing me away, saving me from any pain I might feel.

I was grateful for that. At least death could be painless.

Because this life had stolen everything from me.

Liam didn't believe in luck and I had just lost all hope in happily ever afters.

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