Seventy Four

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"These are yours huh?" A fireman handed me a box.

Burnt photos of Taylor and I.

I cried at how broken they looked.

Burned and desinergrated.

The man held me.

"Don't worry. Look we found him."

He pointed at the guys reeling him into the ambulance. I instantly followed.

"We usually shouldn't and wouldn't but... one exception only okay." They told me.

I nodded and promised I would follow orders and be cautious.

"I love you." I whispered holding Taylor's burned hand that was nearly boiling.

He was not only internally hurt but not externally and it's just,

Sad.

"I'm so sorry."

I kissed his cheek but all I tasted was blood. It didn't matter though.

I love him.

- Shawn

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