Some memories aren't meant to be revived.
Especially when they're lurking in the deceitful creases and folds of the treacherous night.
*extended summary inside*
nick was always precariously careful. so desperate to hold Miriam and gaze at her, enraptured.
her ambiance encompassed any room and she was so innocent, so pure.
so innocent and pure all she needed was gasoline to tarnish her, and then she would explode.
and you can't contain or control fire.
with the police leading to a dead end, no leads for the case, everyone was left wondering if Miriam ever existed. It was almost like she had never been here.
but nick knew she was no mirage or hallucination.
he had kissed her lips until they bled.
he had clasped her wrist until chains of blue and black ink emerged on her paper skin.
and he had hugged her, hugged her with the suffocating embrace of someone starved of oxygen.
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Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I went on holiday and came back with sun burn and writers block 😂 I know this chapter is short, but I'm having it as a filler chapter to lead up to the last few chapters!
