It was all my fault...

The sapphire eyed father turns his head snappily in response to the growing frantic thuds of the vast approaching footsteps, his fear-filled eyes illuminating brightly as they glow out of fright. He raises an unsteady hand into the air, ushering down those crouching within the room while the children clasp their hands over their mouths. Their terror riddled faces crumple up beneath their hands, staring amongst the adults while they muffle their whimpering cries the very best they can.

“You need to go,“ Julian hisses remorsefully, heartbreak drenched within his panicked voice as he begs Marie’s mother to leave, “-please.”

“This wasn’t the plan,” Matilda’s pleading tone is met with abruptness as Julian’s eye’s flicker between his family and the closed door.

“There’s no time left,” the tears well heavily within his eyes, dimming the bright spark igniting them, “-you need to ta