LET GO

PYRO'S POV

I was sitting on my piano, playing a song that I played when we were at the mall. The tears were flowing down my cheeks. I had no ability to wipe or stop it. Fira would not be fully happy beside me. I was just giving her a hard time to deal with me.

Her smile popped into my head. I could see how mesmerizing it was. From the moment on, I saw her bleeding from the hands of the hunters. She still looked gorgeous despite the blood in her stomach and a weakening body.

I knew I would see her again because I put the symbol in her, but I did not expect that she would show up in the middle of my grief and then suddenly, the pain gone and converted into a heavenly feeling, which I did not feel before.

"Open your eyes!" I was tapping her cheek. I checked the hole of her nose using my finger to know if she was breathing.

Damn. She is dead!