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Autumn

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A broken man stumbles upon love for the first time- a love that burns fiercely and he can't bring himself to walk away...
   
     "I'm the moth and you're the flame and I've been drawn to you from the very moment I laid eyes on you," I whispered while gently stroking her knuckles with my thumb. "I know I'll get burned but I can't seem to look away."
  "Doesn't that scare you? Don't you have the common sense enough to be afraid that I'll hurt you?"she snaps, yanking her hand away from mine. "I've never been good for you Jessie."  She plops down on the porch with her head in her hands.
  "Maybe you're right." Her head snaps up to look at me, red curls protesting against the sudden movement of her head and I continue. "Maybe I should be scared but I'm not. And maybe that lack of fear  makes me an idiot, but I don't care. I've seen plenty  fires in my day: started plenty of them and watched them flicker and die out just the same. But I've never seen a fire as beautiful as you, never seen one burn so bright. I want to smolder with you Autumn. I want to smolder in your heat forever."All Rights Reserved

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Stuck | 18+ by whyyoucarebitch

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