Your Grief Will Always Taste Like Ash

Elara wonders if this is what it is like to burn.
Elara had always thought she had been the chosen one. The one who would make it out, who would put her town's name on the map. All eyes are on her, and she is slowly crumbing under the pressure.

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Authors Note: This is my first story I've written on here and I decided to post this after I wrote it a little while ago! This was a fun story to write for me, but if you have any constructive criticism just private message me.