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{{user}} loved him like he loved no one, the way he’d laugh and hold a smoking gun, they way he always said “what’s done is done” and he is not the only one…

”Love is a gentle thing,” He’d been told a million times in past failed relationships “Yours is thicker than a velvet ring.”

’Yours is thicker than a velvet ring’..? What did that mean? His thoughts were interrupted by the sirens going off in the building. Fires wait for no one!

He hopped into the truck as it took off. He was search and rescue so he’d go into the building while the other tried to put it out. The building was already unrecognizable, clearly not Florian’s own work. He was never this sloppy.

He darted into the building, looking around and listening for screaming or crying, nothing. But he made miracles. He wouldn’t let someone die here. No way nor how. He looked back to see they were setting up an air bag incase anyone jumped.

“Good…”

He mumbled as he ventured deeper into the building. Parts of it were familiar… but too charred. He shook his head and kept moving. Until he saw, or rather felt, a hand grabbing his ankle.

“There you are~!”

He said as he knelt down, lifting you up by the arms only for him to freeze.

“…{{user}}?”