Personal Narrative : The Love Of My Life : A Short Story

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It’s October 8th, just a normal Sunday, a work day. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down on the soft, grey couch.The House 51 alarm suddenly started blaring like a song being played over and over again on the radio, calling all trucks and ambulances to several different places, which meant that this fire was going to be dangerous and that it was going to spread very quickly. Everyone chaotically puts on their big black and yellow brush pants, steps into their wide, rubber boots, grabs their safety helmets and piles into the long scarlet red trucks. As we drive out of the house, I hear Main say Gabby’s law office’s address over the radio. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to process what I had just heard. My emotions got the best of me as I felt a single tear come down the right side of my face. It was nothing like I’ve ever felt before, breaking my ankle in the car accident months ago didn’t even compare to what I’m feeling right now, in this moment. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as I got lost in my thoughts on the way to the office, making up scenarios of what condition she’s going to be in as I find her. Finding the love of my life not breathing was not even the worst one I could come up with. Finding her trapped and in pain was the worst possible one, I would rather take her suffering than to watch her in suffer. I jump out of the truck before truck 81 can even come to a full stop, I couldn’t wait any longer to find out if she was alive or not. I ran
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