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Personal Narrative: America

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America You are at your boyfriends house playing video games when the power goes out and lighting strikes, lighting up the dark shy. You jump and throw down your controller. You don 't do well during storms, you begin to shake and tears threaten to escape your eyes. ' 'Y/n, babe, it 's okay. Come here. ' ' Alfred says as he pulls you close to his chest. He begins to rub circles in your back, calming you down. ' 'I 'm going to grab some flashlights and candles, I 'll be right back, okay? ' ' he says as he stands up slowly. You nod your head and watch as he walks away. A few minutes that feel like hours pass and he returns, holding many lights and candles. The two of you light the candles and turn on the flashlights and soon the

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