Hanging By A Thread (Asa Butterfield)
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Concluida dom, may 19, 20133h 47m
New York City, 2008.
They were both very much like kerosene. Incandescent. Passionate. Brilliant.
But like all fires, they find themselves humbling, dimming into smaller embers.
And the spark that brings them to this vivacity is the same one that brings them to their undoing.
Love.
Soon, the competition to prove who burns brighter turns to a battle of who lets the fires of love consume them first.
But these two stumble heart-first into a new struggle of adjusting to different warmths, new fumes and old flares.
How long can a great love too dangerously similar to fire last, before unforeseen flames engulf everything?
Leaving these lovers with loose threads, what's left of their ruins fraying.
Will they be able to tame their fires, or will their love extinguish in the chill of a New York minute?
© 2012 K. Jane Cavanaugh
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