The Armor and the Flame

The conscious of a boy during the apocalypse


2. Chapter 2

Her breath tickled the back of my neck
Sending waves down my spine
She was lodged into my conscious
The images of her blonde hair
The soft whisper of her voice
The aura of her presence at my side

my name rung from her lips
pulling me out of the fantasy

I'd blacked out
And a heavy weight
replaced the sensation of her body
The wind swept away her breath
And the screams of the scurrying survivors
faded her voice

But her aura had its grips on me
Calling out to me in a desperate plead
Reminding me of why my world hadn't completely burned
when The Lost Ones came for my own

I still had Her

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