𝗛𝗢𝗧 | 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗰𝗸 || 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗪

𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙔

As I watch her, my mind drifts back to that fateful night when I made the decision to burn their hand. It wasn't out of malice or hatred, but rather out of a twisted sense of justice.

In my warped perception, they had betrayed me. They had cheated on me with their fame, their success, their adoring fans.

They had become everything to everyone, while I remained nothing but a mere bystander in their life.

I couldn't bear the thought of them being with anyone else, of sharing their spotlight with someone who wasn't me.

And so, in a moment of blind rage and desperation, I lashed out, hoping to leave my mark on them in a way that would be impossible to ignore.

But as the flames licked at their skin, reality came crashing down around me. I realized too late the gravity of what I had done, the irreversible damage I had caused.

And yet, even as they screamed in agony, a part of me reveled in the knowledge that they would never forget me, that my mark would forever be etched into their flesh.

But now, as I watch her from afar, I can't help but feel a twinge of regret.

What I did was unforgivable, an act born out of jealousy and insecurity.

And yet, despite everything, I still long for their attention, their affection, their love.

But I know that I can be. Not a shadow in their life, a reminder of a past they would never forget.

Despite the darkness that consumes me, a small flicker of hope ignites within me, a desire to make amends for the pain I've caused. And so, I begin to devise a plan, a surprise for them at their next performance.

As the day of their performance draws near, I find myself consumed by nerves.

What if they reject my gesture?

What if they see it as nothing more than a cruel reminder of the pain I've caused?

But I push aside my doubts and fears, clinging to the hope that they will see my surprise for what it truly is: a heartfelt attempt to make amends.