It’s happening again.

Roy can feel his lungs begin to concave. He thinks of scared little Lian must’ve been; how scared you two must be.

It’s happening again.

Roy ignores the flames licking at his skin as he kicks the door in. “Baby!” he yells. The fire is steadily engulfing the house, he can barely breathe. You and his son are somewhere. “Can you hear me?” Roy coughs, trying to get through. He doesn’t see either of you. He can’t lose you, can’t lose another child.

He can’t.