Part 3
I turned off the shower, with a smile on my face from the sweet memories. I must have watched the tape over a billion times, and as imperfect as it was, it was still perfect in every way.
I felt like I was burning up, maybe I should take his advice stop with the excessively hot showers.
Wrapping the towel around myself, I opened the door and the sight in front of me dismissed me of my thoughts, entirely.
Where. Was. Swayam.
The flames began to draw themselves closer to the bathroom, and at this point I didn't give a shit about how it started or why or anything.
I needed to find him and get us out of here.
"Sharon!"
I saw him making his way through the flamed furniture, smoke in his lungs and ashes spread across his face.
"I'm-I'm so- I was trying to make yo-"
"I don't care Swayam! What's important is that you're here, safe, with me." My hands involuntarily made their way onto his face, making sure he was indeed there, with me. His torso was bare from this morning, thank god he wasn't life-threating burned anywhere despite that.
And in the moment, I latched more than just our hands together.
The smoke allowed me to barely breathe, he asked me to crouch down low as the smoke tends to rise high to the ceiling. He kicked open the door to the other side, and tried pushing it out of the way as it was visible received a burn on his foot instead.
"Leave it, I can jump over it." I assured him.
He still refused however and picked me jumping over the door.
"I have not, can not, and will not every take a chance when it comes to you," he said firmly.
I made him put me down as we tried to make a run for it. Pieces of the roof that had been set on fire fell and random moments, all I wanted to do was make it out with him.
We were almost by the door when I felt a sheer pain take control of my leg, I looked to see my towel was on fire and it was spreading to my leg.
He looked back to see why I had stopped and pulled the towel off. The curtains flew off setting the door we were headed for on fire.
I was now completely bare, in the middle of a nightmare.
No, NO! What the hell was he doing!
He pulled me close in an embrace and whispered, "If I make it or not," he forced out the words, "...you will live on. For us. And always remember," he looked into my eyes and everything ceased to exist.
It seemed like time stopped as if the fire, death, nothing existed. It was just me and him.
"...I love you." He said before he shielded me with his own body rolling me through the fire, with his torso also, completely bare.
I fidgeted in his arms, he can't do this to me!
I will not allow it!
No!!! I screamed against his arm as my eyes flooded with memories.
He, like the savior he had been to the rest of my life, got me to the door.
"Ki-kick it," he coughed out from the floor.
I couldn't see him like that, defeated, hurt, and the life in him draining out.
"Get up Swayam, you can do this." I kneeled down trying to help him up.
"I-I can't," he helplessly as I took in all the bruises and burns he shielded me from.
"Swayam. Get this straight. I AM NOT. I REPEAT NOT. LEAVING THIS PLACE WITHOUT YOU. I promised myself that I shall give no one and nothing has the right to separate us, not even death."
"Y-yyou hav-ve to S-sh-sharon," he pleaded with his eyes, "...for me," he begged.
"I can't Swayam, I will not leave without you. My love simply does not permit me to,"
"W-hha-tt's t-th-the poin-t-tt," he struggled for breathe as the fire became violent. Waves of oranges and reds flooded the house. "H-how a-re y-you going-gg to l-ll-live w-with this," he gestured towards his burnt body.
I wanted to slap him hard across the face at that moment but I couldn't.
"Your body is just a part of you Swayam, and I love you Swayam." I confessed as I bent down to kiss him at probably the most inappropriate time of my life, but it felt needed.
"Swayam," I cried.
"Hmm..." was all he could manage.
"Kuch nahi," I cried even harder to his chest making sure not to hurt him, "...bas yunhi," I tried to gather his presence in my arms.
The gesture was short lived because before I knew it, he pushed me off and away as another burning piece of the roof crushed my life and soul.
I tried calling out his name but nothing came out. My cries turned inaudible, and I refused to accept the sight in front of me, I started for him only to be held back by the fire-fighters. They pulled me away as I saw my love's face for the last time.
His love didn't give me the right to kill myself.
Why didn't the fire just finish me with him?
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A/N: Not much to say here as I hope the text spoke for itself. All I can say right now is that I have a nice ending to the SS planned. Keep in mind I said nice not necessarily happy. But you'll like it, I can tell.
Try to enjoy your Sunday while wait for the next and final part.
-Shweta
Edited by -ForeverYours- - 12 years ago
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