The fire that coursed through my veins stung at first, and then consumed me. It spread from my left wrist, making it's way all over my body. Nothing separated me from the fire; we were one and the same.
I could no longer see the night sky, or the god-like blonde angel that saved me. The darkness accompanied the fire, and that's when I accepted that I was dying.
Every single part of me burned. My flesh, my brain, my heart, my bones, my blood. All of me was on fire, like I'd been thrown inside of a volcano and left to disintegrate.
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Wilted Flowers (Twilight Fan-Fiction)
Fanfiction"If there was any other option for you, I'd have chosen it," She sighed, glaring at the floor with her golden eyes. "No harm done, I suppose," I mumbled, staring at the floor at the exact same spot. A draft fluttered through the house, and my thro...
