Leave You, Find Myself

It was a National Holiday night, and we had decided to stay at the guesthouse in the mountains for some rest. As I was relaxing, a strong smell of smoke suddenly filled the air.

Startled, I jumped and quickly realized flames emerged from the kitchen.

Without hesitation, Carson rushed to his childhood friend, Kazely, who had inhaled some smoke. He went to her side, picked her up, and carried her to the second floor, where the fire had yet to reach. His face was filled with worry as he hurried outside, placing her in the backseat of his car.

It was as if he had forgotten I existed.