when i first saw him, he was throwing punches at a guy i had never seen before. then again, i never interacted with anyone. but this guy, there was just something about him, maybe about the way he threw punches, or the look on his face while he threw them, or the way he was hunched over but not enough to lose this battle or the way he looked up and locked eyes with me. in one of those moments, those mere seconds, i had realised that this stranger would not be a stranger for long. and for the first time, i wasn't scared.
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destruction
Short Story❝she was the deadly current and he was the unstoppable fire. together, they were destruction.❞ in which a broken girl and a destroyed boy meet at their breaking points [lowercase intended]
