Chapter Eighteen

We wandered for a while until reaching a clearing full of fireflies. It was beautiful. There were many different kinds of fireflies. There were green ones and blue ones and yellow ones and even purple ones. It was like the sunset all over again except even more stunning.

Mary turned to me and said "This is my favorite spot in the forest. I like to call it the enchanted grove."

"It's amazing," I whispered awestruck

"You're the first person I've shared it with. It's special to me."

"I love it."

She blushed and smiled at me. For a while after that, we just sat there in silence. Everything was perfect until I heard sirens wailing past.

"The cottage!" Mary screamed

We ran back as fast as possible. By the time we got back, the cottage was falling to pieces.

"Max! He's still in there!" Mary's mother called

Mary managed to restrain her and without a thought, I dove straight into the flames.