I held it in my palm. The flame shared its warmth to me. Only me. I am different. People don't understand me. They are scared of me. But I won't hurt them. As long as I can be understood. I am Evee and this is my story.
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Flame
Teen FictionEver since I was little I have had my flame. As I get older it gets stronger. But can I learn to control it before it learns to control me? I am Evee and this is my story
