The blast blew in a few windows and made all inside the old warehouse duck and cover. Charlie’s mind only had one thought, Wendy. He wanted to run, get away from her once and for all, but she’d kill everyone in here and go after him as well. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and Charlie had burned her real bad.

While everyone checked themselves over, Charlie calmly sauntered to the door and exited.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT WENDY?! AN APOLOGY?! I’M SORRY YOU’RE CRAZY, ALRIGHT?!”
“Screw you! We had something good!”

He had her on the edge of distraction, but she was fidgeting toward another car. The debris from the first one hadn’t lit the building on fire. It was a warning.

“YOU COULD KILL ME NOW! BUT YOU WON’T. YOU STILL LOVE ME!” Charlie stepped toward her.
“I’m through with you! It’s over!”
“No. You can’t end it.”
“Charlie!” Her protest was weak. Charlie slid her into his arms. “Don’t leave me.”

Charlie wanted to say he wouldn’t, but he couldn’t make that promise.
One day he would have to save himself.