Max's eyes burst open, gasping as his entire face drenched with tears.
His light was on still, the computer he used earlier still open and next to him, but the screen was dark.
He was the only one in here.
He shot up from the bed at an instant, darting out of his room at light speed.
He threw Ember's door open, hearing it slam against the wall and the hinges crack, and Ember screamed from her bed, sitting up at an instant and gazing up at him in a panic.
He ran over to her and threw the covers off her form, and she cried out, but he didn't care.
He shoved her onto the bed and lifted her shirt, and Ember yelled, "What the hell are you doing?" but he didn't care.
He started breathing again when there was no wound, and he moved his gaze to her neck to find it clean, as well.
"Max? What the HELL?" she shouted.
He just collapsed on her and held her to him, trying to catch his breath as his being started piecing back together.
She was silent the whole time, and he nuzzled his face into her stomach, his body trembling.
"Max...?" she whispered.
He didn't respond, but his breath came out in shivers as tears burned down his cheeks, and he closed his burning eyes as her hand came to rest on his head.
He turned his face into her skin when she ran the black locks through her fingers.
"Hey..." she murmured, seeing his state now.
She'd never seen him afraid before.
It... was scary...
"Here..." she said then, pulling the covers over him as he held her close.
He was afraid if he let go-even for a second-she'd disappear into thin air or drain from his hands like sand.
"Shhh..." she soothed, stroking his head gently. "It's okay. Shhh... I'm here. I'm right here."
He managed to shuffle up with her and set his head on her chest, and she wrapped her arms around him.
"Please..." he whispered to her, "hold me tighter, Emby."
She listened, tightening her arms around him to the point where he could barely breathe.
She wasn't hurting him; it just was that...
Which reality was this? Was she dead and this was a dream? Or was this reality and that was a dream?
He couldn't see it anymore.
What was happening to him? Why was his entire body shaking and trembling as if he were going into shock?
"Don't leave me again," he told her.
"I won't," she promised, rubbing his back.
But after a moment of silence, she felt him relax into her, the moment settling in further.
"Hey..." she whispered, "are you okay?"
"I am now..." he responded. "Just don't let go."
"I won't," she promised again, setting her cheek on his head. "Ever."
He closed his eyes.
Real... this was real...
That was a dream.
She was okay.
Ember was okay.
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Hell Fire (Wild Fire: 2) (FINISHED)
Roman pour AdolescentsHe's dangerous, but I love that about him. Two months ago, I met Maddox Jones; a stuck-up teen boy who suddenly stepped into my psychology class in the middle of the semester; the same man who vowed on the day my father died, to protect me. I was a...
