When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Collecting himself, he clenched his fists and ran in after her.

Inside the warehouse, smoke stung Stellas eyes, blurring her vision and making it difficult to breathe.

Yet she pushed forward, a damp cloth in hand, beating out flames on the precious fabric.

Her thoughts were singular: she couldnt let everything be destroyed.

Suddenly, a strong hand gripped her arm.

It was Sanford, his face red from heat and frustration.

What are you doing? he yelled, his voice cutting through the roar of the flames.

Get out now! This is too dangerous.

If the fabric is ruined, well find a way to replace it! Outside, firefighters began spraying water onto the blaze, concentrating on the worst areas.

Slowly, the flames started to die down, and the suffocating heat eased.

Seeing that the heat eased, Doreen finally managed to rush in.

She rushed to Stella, her voice shaking with urgency. Stella, we need to go now! The firefighters are here, and theyll put out the fire in time.

You cant stay any longer! Worn out and drained, Stella didnt resist.

Doreen, she exited the

long, the fire was brought under control,

moved to assess the

moving quickly as she

full of guilt, Doreen said to Stella,

is all on

renting this place, and now look whats

reassuring hand on

Dont worry about it.

and as long as the fabrics arent too

ran down her spine as she glanced around at the

quietly nearby, concern clouding his eyes and

the flurry of movement, as everyone worked to sort

Stella

nothing more to do

head back and

Youre clearly worn out.

body dragging her down,

burned her throat, making each breath feel heavy and

deciding to leave

to Sanford,