phoenix from flame

The name Storm glanced off him although he filed the information away for later in case he would ever need to use it. He was far more interested in her own brush with death and he felt the blood drain from his face and limbs as she spoke them.

“What happened?”

He would have hated for her to die, just the thought of never seeing her again after they had just started becoming friends made his stomach twist horrendously. He could feel the tension between them rise as he asked his question, his heart thrumming nervously against his chest like the wings of a trapped bird.

Speech