Ashes to Ashes

II

Fire.

She felt fire, and it was everywhere.

It had started in her bones and scratched its way up to her muscles before seeping warmly in to her blood, spreading through her body like molten lava. It had been only seconds, but it felt like hours since Seth had whispered three little words in to her ear as he'd shot her up. His touch felt intense, fingertips like sandpaper against her shoulders as he slouched against the wall behind her. Quiet voices spoke to her but every time she turned her head to see who it was, there was no one there.

Seth made a sound behind her and she smiled, curling in to his body. He smelled like pine trees and Marlboro Reds, his stubble scratching her neck as he pulled her so that she was lying next to him on her stained mattress. The TV in the Erik's room was still blasting as the euphoria sat in. In that moment, there was no war in the Middle East, rising murder rates, and corrupt politics on social media. There was just Seth, his arms, and a peaceful feeling swimming in her mind.