Where can love take us, when its path is carved in both light and ruin. How much are we willing to surrender for a promise whispered in the dark? Ours was a love that refused to yield , tested, torn, yet stubbornly alive. Each trial stripped us bare until only truth remained and that is love, when too fierce, begins to devour. I was the moth drawn to his flame, a fragile thing yearning for warmth, blind to the fire's hunger. What unfolded between us was beautiful BUT it burned us alive. ( Authors note: Hello everyone, I'm sick and tired of Sky playing a role of a goody two shoes. I wanted something new and different so please bear with my version of him, Thank you !!) Imina SkyNani 🙏
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