"Ah yes?" "You don't like this time of the day right?" He asks. "No," I look away. He knew it? "Don't lie, you always spent the evenings locked up inside your room," he mutters. "Okay I don't like it," I say. "Why?" He asks. Shouldn't he know that already? "B-because it reminds me of the burning flames," I mutter. "It gives me goosebumps when I see the crimson sky, it reminds me of blood, the flames, the burning skin," the tears well up in my eyes. Started [10/7/2018] *Short chapters ⚠️Cursing and use of vulgar language Highest ranking: #1 in jenniekim #1 in blackpinkjennie #1 in blacktan #392 in fanfiction
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