Rayne_Rue

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction.

His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash.

He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes.

But he didn't. He couldn't.
The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to.
One... two... three.
Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade.
It should've been him.
Not Selena.
"No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be."
He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save.
"Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form.
The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

The Mafia Couple

I thought things were finally settling Marie and I'd finally talked; we'd at last stopped pretending. for a moment it felt like maybe the storm had passed, But there was still one more name that hadn't left my mind.

A name like smoke always slipping through my fingers, always lingering in the back of my thoughts. I hadn't found anything concrete, no location, no image, and not even a real lead until today. when Israel called.

There was something in his voice, not the usual confidence; it was tight, off. He sounded like someone who'd just seen something they weren't supposed to.

"We found something," he'd said. "About her." And that was all I needed to hear.

Now I was flying down the highway, my hands clenched around the wheel, pushing the speed limit like it was nothing. The warehouse, our usual meeting spot, felt far away.

Jason's Pov