Fireworks and cinnamon sticks
"𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦? 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥." I spoke through pierced lips, holding back the pained look in my eyes as I turned to leave. His hand gripped mine, pulling me back to face him. "𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗩𝗶𝗮 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 �...