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People say love is like a unbreakable chain. A chain is not easily broken. Tug, pull, and hit it but its not effective. Love is often compared to a chain. A chain bonds something together like true love does with people. The chains of love are not easily broken but what happens when rust begins to form. The rust of lies, infidelity, deceit, manipulation, anger, insecurities, and even murder. Rust makes a chain as brittle as a branch off a willow tree. Will they make it? Can their chains hold out? Will true love never die? *Warning Warning Warning: At times this story will have some Lemon*

"It's the fire. It doesn't burn me." Ray Ashton is seventeen, gay and a ragged survivor on the streets. Kicked out by his father and drastically shocked by the death of his mother, Ray lives each day of his life in the clutches of cold and dreadful memories. A chance encounter with a boy, leading to handcuffs brings back Ray's life to focus. Plagued by fire, yellow tints and blue halos, Ray believes he's going crazy until he realizes that there just might be more to the boy and even more to himself. He just has to figure out how to get the fire from rekindling. --- Major Editing Going On! So there will be some things you might not understand until I'm done editing. Thank you for giving my book a chance :)