They.
They had no idea how powerful there judgement could be.
They didn't realised the pain a word could put someone in.
They didn't know that the mere look in there eyes could turn someone's joy into stone.
They were power hungry, not realising the lengths they would go to get what they needed.
They ignored the ghosts of people that fell at there feet asking for mercy.
They didn't even try to stop what damage had been done and what was to come.
They left what chaos they had made in the hands of the strongest ones, strong ones who were still broken.
They were sickening. Ruling the place as if they were the kings and queens.
When really all they would ever be was lonely.
They knew that the people with smiles who surrounded them were not there friends.
They knew that any chance people had they would talk.
Talk those words that brought down her.
Those actions that scraped away slowly at someone's dignity and desire for happiness.
They were the people who destroyed.
They were the people who made her who she was.
They lit the match.
They made her what remains.
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Short StoryHer. They. His. Those. My. They were the people who let it happen. They let her burn. This is a very short story is a combination of 5 short chapters. Thanks for checking it out! (I can't stress the word short enough, it's short ok?) #794 Fire 22/5...
