Creating Fire

Creating Fire

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It was just another life.  I was sure it was not my first.   My parents had left a large enough trust fund to my name that I could travel where I pleased but I had never wished to leave the home I had grown up in. I never imagined they would find me.  The moment I caught a hint they were on my trail, I didn't think twice; I fled my home of nineteen years, set fire to the only place I had ever called home. My parents had warned me this day would come; they had told me find their sanctuary when they were younger.  I was a coward not to listen. Playing with fire gave you a certain ability others would kill for, all literal meaning intended. Running from a certain fate; maybe the only thing I’d done right was break into apartment 110 that night; the unfamiliar eyes staring back at me freezing my place in time. It was going to be a long night.
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Reverie

𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

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