|§|He was a torch, and she was a flame. But what happens when you set a torch to a flame?|§|
KYLISE 'KYLI' BLACKWOOD was born a saint. Literally. She'd been born early, and still managed to turn out looking amazing at 17. No health problems, no nothing. Everyone who'd ever interacted with her knew that it sometimes seemed like not a thought passed through her head, like she was blissfully unaware. All sunshine,cupcakes, and rainbows. That was not the reality, though. She was not who people thought she was when she wasn't in public. And it wasn't necessarily her fault, either. Her father, who'd been a drunkie since she was 4, had killed her mother in a fury, and when he didn't remember what happened that night, blamed it on her. She, of course, knew if she said otherwise, there'd be consequences. So she kept to herself. Everything. The suicidal thoughts, the injuries, the way she often thought, everything. But on the outside, of course, she was perfectly fine.
.....right...?
MAGNUS MULLANEY had always been a no-human- interaction kind of guy. He always kept to himself, but he was intimidating when you saw him. Just looking at him, you could probably get goosebumps. The only people who he associated himself with were his best friends. Other than that, his mottto was, 'don't fuck!ng talk to me.' He looked like an 800 pound grizzly bear on the outside, but on the inside, he was only trying to get around.
Now, what happens when you set a torch to a flame?
"Damn it, Mason, you can't fix me. I'm not some used car that needs an oil change."
I'm standing at the edge of my driveway. If I take one step towards that house, then I go back to my life. The life I've had since Mason left. Since he abandoned me.
If I turn around. If I take one second to look into his eyes. I don't think I'll be able to resist throwing myself in his arms.
"I'm shattered, Mason. Like a dusty vase that's been ignored for too long."
"You know the best thing about broken vases, Mel? You just need three things to make them whole."
I decide to go along with his speech.
"Faith, trust, and pixie dust?" I muse.
"Tape, glue, and someone willing to fix it. And I'm right here, Mel."