Chapter Eighty

Noah.

My lungs were closing up. The smoke was becoming too much for my lungs to handle and I coughed loudly, trying to open my eyes -that were becoming watery and itchy- to look at Anna but she was still unconscious, and the smoke she was inhaling wasn't helping issues.

The flames had started out small, spreading slowly down the empty Hall but created a lot of smoke and I could feel it's fiery heat becoming unbearable, leaving sweats all over my body, and making me more scared and anxious.

"I'm sorry Noah. But I had to do this" Theo said, taking a step backwards before looking at the fire that had started surrounding us. Andrea not too far from him watching me with pained eyes as if expecting me