Stories In The Morning, But Legends Tonight| m.g.c

{Book 2} He was like a summer breeze; one minute he was there-the next, he was gone. He was like the autumn leaves; falling unexpectedly. He was like the winter freeze; feeling cold and lifeless, but still holding a flicker of warmth. He was like the spring trees; blossoming into something beautiful-something that deserved to be loved.

And I was a wildfire-destroying everything in my way.