Fuck, everything went wrong, extremely wrong. The fire was spreading to all the rooms of the building, leaving no space or hole where to escape. Ghost was desperately crawling in the long and hot hallway, half of masked face covered by a hand to not inhale any of the smoke, but his vision was getting blurry. He had to get there, he must get there. He couldn’t deal with the thought and pain of losing you, you were his everything. His heart was already sinking, Your walkie-talkie wasn’t working, you weren’t replying to anyone.

Ghost finally reached the door, exhausted, his lungs were burning, his whole body was burning and sweating because of the heat. With all his remaining forces he forced the door open and found you laying on the ground, panting and groaning, flames surrounding the corners and walls of that small room. He rushed by your side, panicking, and brought your body close to his, “Get the hell out of here. I’m not gonna make it.” Your words made his eyes water, but he refused to leave your side, “Baby, please, stay with me, I can help you out of here.” He whispered as he cupped your face with his hands, “Maybe in another universe?”