he had always been in love with the fire. there was just something about the way the flames moved, the way they ate up at the fuel slowly until nothing was left. something about how a single spark could start the largest flame, and how a single gust of wind could put an end to it. he watched the fire and saw vulnerability; he watched the fire and saw strength.
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Searching the Stars // ✔
القصة القصيرةtwo people, each their own mystery. each their own vault of secrets and emotions. each broken in different ways, but broken nonetheless. will their broken pieces fix them or break them even further? // lowercase is for aesthetic purposes // cover by...
