There was a fire at the diner you and Emily were hanging out at. She'd been very depressed lately, slow dancing in your arms as she watched the fire outside, the orange glow lighting her face. Her head was resting on your chest, her hand in yours as you slow danced on the counter. There was a look in her eyes that could only be described as pain. Emily seemed entranced by watching the flames outside, but you were both safe inside, and she knew that. You were the only people in the diner. Her lips were slightly parted, hair in her face as she rested against you while you both danced.