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."
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She looked straight through me - like she already knew the ruins I was made of. And still sat next to me... like she wasn't afraid of turning to ash. She doesn't know what she's walked into. She doesn't know the things I've done. The darkness I carry. The name I still curse in my sleep. But she smiled at me. And I broke. Not because I was weak. But because for the first time in a long time - I wanted to be someone worth staying for. This isn't about forgetting the past. It's about what happens... when someone new walks in and makes the past bleed. She's not my first love. But she might just be the one I destroy myself for. Because butterflies don't heal broken men. But she's not just a butterfly. SHE IS MINE BUTTERFLY 🦋. I don't appreciate copying.

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