pompeii

that's how it felt.

a fiery waterfall

ambers coating my skin in grey and orange,

ash painting my orbs,

flames dancing on my feet

and tongues of fire caressing my hair.

wrath.

a thunderstorm

a mess of lightning and thunder,

crossing my core again and again.

fear.

a tsunami

i was drowning in the pain

that my most faithful friend felt.

guilt.

not even the dark lord is allowed to hurt kreacher.