First, there was the barely audible crackling that came carried on the waves of the wind blowing. Then the distinct smell of smoke starting to fill the empty spaces and corners rather urgent. That is when the realization set in that there had to be a fire brewing somewhere in the Belmont House. The flames could be felt as they were warming the hallways at a rapid pace. But the moment that I stepped outside to see Edward frantically trying to save Lilith and Stefan, the reality became real. But my own reality soon set in, for I left my beloved behind in the comfort of our room, foolishly thinking that it was indeed the safest place to be.
As I now face a door that has been engulfed in flames, I am reminded how many times my judgment has proved me wrong. And yet again, it has tricked me beyond deceiving.
