TheGirlwithRedCloak
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Some flames don't burn-they blister quietly, leaving scars where no one can see.
Tulip had always believed love was soft. A gentle breeze. A quiet blooming. Something that would one day arrive with kind eyes and warm hands.
But when love came for her, it didn't whisper sweet promises. It came like a storm disguised as hope, wearing the face of someone she once trusted more than her own heartbeat.
This is the story of how her innocence burned.
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