Lost Boy

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Michael POV:

I stood in front of the burnt-out remains of the house, I felt a knot form in my stomach. This was my family's home, the place where they had lived and died, and I had never known until now.

I stood there, my heart pounding like the beating of a thousand drums. My chest felt tight, as if I were being held in a vice, suffocating me. My eyes were wide open, scanning the room for any possible escape route, but there was none. All I could do was stand there, helpless, as my emotions threatened to consume me whole.

At first, it was just a dull ache in my chest. A nagging feeling that I couldn't quite shake off. But then, it started to grow, like a wildfire that had been ignited in my heart. It burned fiercely, consuming everything in its path, until it became too much to bear.

I felt like a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment. My emotions were like molten lava, bubbling and churning inside of me, threatening to overflow and destroy everything in their path. I tri