Prologue

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It’s strange, isn’t it? How love can start so simple, so quiet, like a spark that lights up in the middle of a storm. And yet, in the end, it can feel like the storm itself—overwhelming, uncontainable. I’ve always thought that love, real love, was supposed to be a gentle thing, like a slow burn that builds over time. But what they don’t tell you is that sometimes, the fire starts strong, and before you even realize it, it’s consuming everything. You’re left standing, watching the smoke rise, unsure of where the flames went.

This is the story of what happened when the fire burned out. When the words were too sharp, the silence too heavy. When love wasn’t enough to hold us together anymore.

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