LOREN
The door swung shut behind them with a note of finality. Then again, everything seemed over in Loren’s mind. His arms burned, both from the fire and from the burden he carried. Somehow, he'd found the strength to carry it all the way back here, but he could feel it waning.
For just a moment, he stood in the entrance of the Manor. Neron's words, however, spurred the younger twin into motion. He staggered forward towards the stairs. "Why are you still here?" Unsurprisingly, his voice was raw and raspy from the smoke and from the screaming and from the crying.
But at least his eyes were dry now.
Still walking forward, he paused at the foot of the stairs. "You can go now." With that, he began making his excruciating way to the second floor, one step at a time.
For just a moment, he stood in the entrance of the Manor. Neron's words, however, spurred the younger twin into motion. He staggered forward towards the stairs. "Why are you still here?" Unsurprisingly, his voice was raw and raspy from the smoke and from the screaming and from the crying.
But at least his eyes were dry now.
Still walking forward, he paused at the foot of the stairs. "You can go now." With that, he began making his excruciating way to the second floor, one step at a time.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
