“Milady?!”
“Oz! I’m over here!” she said in between coughs, the smoke already making its way to her lungs, slowly depriving her of the oxygen that allowed her to live. Illya watched from the girl’s point of view as she maneuvered in the blazing fire to reach her door but alas, the wood did not budge no matter how hard she pulled on the knob.
“Wait! I swear I am going to take you out of there!” Illya could hear the desperation laced with the blonde male's cries, the white-haired girl could tell how hard he was trying to keep his voice from cracking under fear and worry, not wanting to scare the trapped girl. But even she could sense his worries no matter how hard the boy tried to hide it. After all, he had always worried about her well-being. It was always him that continued to stay by he
