Max popped up from his bed, gazing out from his bedroom door to the living room.
He wasn't sleeping; in fact, he was researching again-all while texting Sammy-making sure everything was alright and in order.
But... there was a sound.
He sat up on his bed, eyes narrowing.
It was a soft... gentle sound, dancing through the walls of his bedroom like a ballerina.
What was this... sound coming from...?
He then slipped off his bed, padding barefoot to the living room and gazing out, eyes rounding when he saw the patio door open.
He slowly made his way to the entrance, carefully and cautiously.
Was... someone singing?
At this hour? The sun just came up; it was like six in the morning.
But he paused at the door, breath catching.
Ember stood on the patio, head tipped back as she stared at the orange sky, but she closed her eyes as if she was experiencing what she was feeling.
Max just stood there, listening and watching.
"I could run,
"I could scream,
"I could bleed.
"I could say you're all about yourse-e-elf, and leave.
"I could scream my lungs out,
"I could get on my knees.
"I could say I'm able to give all the love that I need."
His lashes lowered, wondering where this was going.
"But I still need yooou.
"To ea-e-a-ease my cold.
"Soothe me when the lightning strikes.
"Lea-e-a-ead me home,
"When I can't tell which way is ri-i-ight.
"Love me when it's hard,
"I promise I will not,
"Ever leave from your si-i-ide.
"And when I break apart,
"Promise in the dark,
"You'll be my fighting li-i-ight."
Max just stood there as she vocalized, listening to how soft her voice was and how the words pierced into his heart and swarmed him inside.
"You'll be my fighting li-i-ight," she repeated, tipping her head back further as if she were lost in the words. "You'll be my fighting li-i-ight...." Her voice started growing quieter, as she drained back in the moment, sinking back into herself as she stared outside. "Promise in the dark... You'll be my fighting li-i-ight...."
Max smiled as she stopped, watching her quiet state for a moment.
"I promise," he said.
She spun around, startled.
He remained in his position-as her eyes reflected him in shock-and she gazed around nervously before a hot blush settled on her cheeks.
He only smiled. "You didn't expect me to hear that, did you?"
She looked down shyly and shook her head.
"Then, next time," he smiled wider, stepping to her, "don't leave the door open."
She closed her eyes tightly and he stopped inches from her, kneeling down so he could see her face.
"Hey," Max breathed softly. "You're a beautiful singer, Angel."
She parted her lashes. "Really?"
Why did she sound so hopeful?
He nodded. "Really."
She smiled and nodded in response.
He only shook his head. "Let's get you back to bed."
"But..." she argued, "it's only six."
"Yes," he uttered, giving her a stern look, "and you fell asleep at two. Back to bed, go."
She puffed her cheeks angrily before stomping back into her bedroom.
Max only smiled and went after her.
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Hell Fire (Wild Fire: 2) (FINISHED)
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