Bet you never thought.

Bet you never thought.

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She was the only girl he knew who laughed at the fires she set. Forest fires dancing in her eyes; preffering to burn in her own sultry heat than calm down in his embrace. She is gone now. The last thing she set on fire was herself uryanne, an 18 year old strange combination of recklessness and sanity, finds her solace at the sea. dark waves. setting sun. and the coolness of the shore, numbing out all the battles her mind always indulge in. matheus hale, a fallen angel... residing inside the dept of seas.. happy in his torment. until one day when their paths cross.
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