A Tragedy Of Romance-Part Two

I'm walking across a serene beach. I look up to the sky above. I see a star fall out of the sky, trailing a whit hot cut across the patchwork of the deep purple night.

I see the sun peep over the horizon, crowded by a spectrum of colours. Red and yellow and orange and green. The colours come closer, licking and embracing my body. I look down at the pallet touching my fingers. My hand is burning.

My eyes snap awake. Fire. All around me, engulfing me. And the heat. The heat is unbearable. My body has run out of moisture to sweat. It's like being a log on an eternal fire.

I run down the burning stairs. I take them three at a time, I need air. This dry, dense air parches my throat.

I leap through the house, I can hear sirens. I sprint through the living room. Past the flowered blue chair. The flowered blue chair.
"Oli",I rasp, I turn to sprint back up. Two strong pairs of hands grab me and pull me away from the flames.

"No!", I scream, the tears on my face evaporating instantly. They take me from the house. The tears streaming down my face.

The last time that I see Oli is when he's taken from the extinguished blaze. I see his face before they can put the sheet over it.

His charred and burned face will haunt my nightmares for as long as I may live.