Her Love, His Destruction
10 parts Ongoing Why do you have such beautiful eyes, Muffin? I asked, my voice teasing as I distracted him, plotting to snatch his ice cream. I knew exactly how he would respond.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? Muffin? Seriously?" he retorted, his exasperation evident.
"But you like them," I teased, successfully swiping the ice cream and taking a triumphant bite.
"No... I don't like them. It's just that I was hungry; that's why I ate!" he replied, rolling his eyes but unable to suppress a smile.
"Oh, really? Hmm, now let's go home. Your aunt will be waiting," he said, taking my hand and leading me toward our home.
As we walked, I felt the warmth of his grip, the security it brought. But then something caught my eye-something terrifying. My heart raced as I saw the flames engulfing everything around us. I froze, and so did he, our playful banter vanishing in an instant.
Suddenly, my hold on his hand slipped. My gaze was locked on the inferno consuming our world, and I could only whisper, "Uncle... Aunt... They must be there!"
In a flash, I was pulled back to reality. It was my uncle and aunt, their faces etched with concern. "Are you fine?" they asked, but I barely registered their words. I looked back at Muffin, my heart sinking.
He was moving toward the fire, his back turned to me like a zombie drawn to its doom. "Muffin!" I screamed, panic rising in my chest, but he didn't stop.
I tried to run after him, desperation fueling my movements, but my aunt held me back. "No, you can't go there," she insisted, her grip firm yet trembling.
"But Muffin!" I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"He will come back. Let's go first," she urged, but my protests fell on deaf ears. Suddenly, darkness engulfed me, swallowing my cries as the world around me faded away, leaving only the haunting memory of those beautiful eyes-eyes I feared I would never see again.