"Flame. It's their source of hope, their wildfire. It keeps them going, like a light in the darkness... a light that's barely there, but all the same keeps this world from being drenched in blackness. You're their flame-- my flame. You keep us alive when we're barely breathing. So, don't let anything put you out. Don't let anything douse your flame."

'I-I' I tried to push out a sentence. I couldn't. Harry Style's figure was towering me, his chest pushing against mine. He was furious. 'H-h-harry' I tried again. He just shook his head slowly. His eyes not leaving mine for a second. I closed my eyes and waited for his outburst. His voice was cold and demanding. 'Open your eyes,when I talk to you!' I squeezed them shut for one more second and opened them. Then suddenly bend forward. Within a second his lips were on mine. I stood still in shock.

No one else in the city knows what's out there. I've only heard rumors. Rumors of trolls, dinosaurs, even wild pigs. I'm not sure what rumor I believe. Maybe there's nothing out there. Maybe it's just a deserted, empty landscape. But maybe... Maybe something lurks around the city. Hoping to find a way in.

❝She tamed the ghosts in my head; the ones that ran around wild and wished me dead.❞