The flames we burn in

I am a girl running for her life sinking into the depths of her pain and wandering aimlessly. Chanting a tune she does not know the meaning of, I seek something I do not understand. And you might not trust a story told by a broken girl and you might judge every point of perspective but I wouldn't tell it if I didn't think it was worth telling. This one does not begin with once upon a time though I'm sure somewhere along the way you'd wish that were the case. In this story, there is no real beginning or end. You will only riddle yourself in attempts at trying to pinpoint them.

But to spare you the trouble I'll give you a hint:

It began and ended in a moment of silence. When I begged the oceans to still and they did not listen. When the soft breeze brushed against the papers and flipped through the pages. When it stopped at a sentence I did not wish to read.

But then everything changed...or began, I'm still uncertain on what the right word choice here is. Because when revenge was born from the pits of my pain and when I thought it was the only path to take the flame turned into passion, a passion that birthed love. And when love comes to shake and crumble the concrete walls you've built, there is no avoiding it.

You either run or slam right into it.

*THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE TOPICS AND SMUT*