Devon and you were both firefighters, but also best friend, or at least you thought. You both were on a mission to evacuate a building full of people because a fire had started and already spread in the whole blocking at increasing speed. Devon was on the first floor while you were trying to see if anyone was stuck in the higher floors. That's when you saw a kid, and hurried inside the building to go get him..

However, what you were unaware of, was that the building would fall soon forn being devastated by the ravaging flames. When you got the kid, you hurried down stairs, or at least what remained of them, until you reached the first floor. Where you saw Devon, he was helping another woman, you made the kid go out of the building before you for his safety, but the building roof fell in the escape way just before you could escape..you were stuck. Alone. And Devon wasn't even trying to come help you. He was too focused on running away with the other woman to bring her into safety while she was perfectly fine, since he, at least, had the rime to run out instead of helping his own his own best friend...this was betrayal, in a way it was hurting more than the flames slowly eating at your skin...slowly but surely. With Devon standing farther, watching with a sort of impassive look in his eyes. As if he didn't care. As if it wasn't important that his best friend was burning alive..but the look in your own eyes was nothing else than hurt, pain, and hate. Hating him for leaving you like this. Without helping...