Fire and brimstone

Come to think of it, she hasn't paid for the camera “I thought

And how did I even get myself stuck into this kind of situation? This is all that camelas fault

*I shook my head, trying to shake off the thought. "Why am I thinking about her? It's not like she's going to save me anyways" I said to myself.

No one will save me, and I shouldn't expect anyone to

The weight of it all crashed down on me as the reality of the situation intensified, threatening to overwhelm me in the burning theater.

I closed my eyes, feeling the heaviness of the ceiling as it began to collapse over me. "Am I going to die? “I whispered as I tried to move but its no use

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching through the thick smoke.

Just as I had come to terms with fate, I gently opened my eyes and saw the person I never expected to be there.

I could see the silhouette of a figure in a red dress and blonde hair, walking towards me

"Please, save yourself! Get to safety!" I yelled again, pleading for her to save herself, but my calls fell on deaf ears. She continued her steady approach

Camela cleared a path through the wreckage, dodging falling debris and flames.

I couldn't move, my back pressed against the floor, trapped under a collapsed ceiling which is a good thing made of wood

She reached me as the flaming chandelier toppled and pinned me under its weight, pinning me helplessly to the ground.

Her eyes, filled with determination, locked onto mine. Despite the chaos and danger, she remained composed, her gaze steady as she pushed the burning woods away with ease, and her hands delicately gripped and tossed the heavy, chandelier, its weight apparently nothing to her.

Its fragile, beautiful glass pieces shattered, raining down around me, adding to the surrealness of the moment.

I felt something heavy lift off me.

Camela moved swiftly, clearing the debris that covered me. And in that moment, she asked "are you hurt?”

It felt as if time stood still, and I was lost in the beauty of her eyes, the intensity and calmness they held.

The weight of the situation was written all over my face, and I felt helpless. In the dim, smoke-filled room, as she looked at me, time seemed to stand still.

In that instant, the world fell away, and it seemed like there was only her and her beautiful eyes.

"I came here to save you"

For a moment, none of it mattered-- not the fire, not the danger, not the chaos-- all I could focus on were her eyes, their beauty and the depth that pulled me in.

She swiftly picked me up, using all her strength to lift it off me hoisting me onto her back.

"Hey! Put me down!" I weakly yelled, I tried to protest, feeling weak and ashamed but my voice was barely a whisper.

I couldn't let a girl carry me. It felt wrong, yet her grip felt secure and steady.

Why is she doing this? My mind struggled to process the situation

It seemed unreal, almost illogical, that she was putting her life on the line to save me. The events unfolding before me felt like a dream, as if the Camella from the stage and the one carrying me now were two completely different individuals.

As soon as we made our way out of the burning building, a medic approached us and I immediately slid off her back as they offered assistance.

I was too exhausted to protest. I heard Camela wince in pain. The medic offered help, saying kindly, "We'll take care of you, ma'am."

I recognized the guy earlier which I believe named glen rushed toward us, taking off his jacket. Calling out her name "Camela!" with concern.

He took off his jacket and gently wrapping it around Camela's shoulders as if he's covering something

"I can handle it from here “He said, firmly declined the medic's offer for assistance,

She's my sister, and I'm the best one to take care of her" I watched as the man took Camela away from the reporters and media, their questions ignored by him. He led her carefully to a van, shielding her from prying eyes.

As they disappeared inside

“How did she able to find me? “I found myself unable to comprehend why she had saved me

Annie spotted me and ran up, her face filled with concern.

"I was so worried about you!" she yelled before pulling me into a tight hug, her relief palpable.

I patted her on the head and replied softly, “I’m here now annie you don’t have worry”

Annie turned to me, her face twisted in confusion. She asked, "But how did you end up stuck in the building?"

"I was looking for you. I saw someone and mistook her for you so went back into the building" I explained to her the situation

“I’m sorry Gerald, this is all my fault “Annie said and gently hugged me “I’m so glad you’re okay”

"It was Camela who saved me." I said awkwardly

"Why did she save me? And how did she find me" I wondered, my thoughts swirling with confusion at her actions.

“But still…”she said as she let go of me “I can’t believe that a Camela Cranberry literally saved your life. Its weird isn’t it?”

Was it an act of kindness, or was there something more to it?

I nodded "I found every aspect of Camela's behavior and situation weird. Yesterday, her sudden collapse had left me concerned and the fact that there is really blood stain perhaps sign of poison, but today she appeared on stage, seemingly recovered And now, the most surprising twist was her saving me by pulling me out of the burning building"

A gentle touch on my back caught my attention, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned around to see the girl I had rescued from the building earlier, who I had mistook Annie due to her wearing same cloak as annie, standing there.

Her braided pink hair swayed gently, while her sharp red eyes seemed to pierce through my soul.
Is she eavesdropping to our conversation? How long shes been standing there?

"what do you know about camela?” she asked, as if attempting to assert a form of dominance. “Can you tell me more?"

"I'm willing to offer you a significant sum of money" she started, her voice firm

"In exchange for all the information you can gather about Camela." She looked at me with a small smile and said "As a token of my gratitude this is something to offer you."

“Gerald leondale am I correct?”

"It is your job to gather people's secrets, wishes, and lies, isn't it?" she said, her voice steady. "I need all the information you can obtain about Camella."

"I want you to know every core of Camella's being” she said. "Every thought, every emotion, every secret, every lie. I need to know who she really is, underneath the surface."

I raised an eyebrow and asked,

"Why me?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. "Why do you need me specifically?"

"Like I said, it's a token of my gratitude," she explained. “It was you who saved me”

“You don’t have to worry about that really “I assured her

"By the way," I started, my tone curious, "who are you?"

She looked at me and responded with a small smile, "My name is Primrose Cranberry. It's nice to meet you."