A Fire Meant to Burn
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Last published Sat, Sep 13, 2025
She was drowning in silence, haunted by shadows she couldn't name. He was the spark she should've stayed away from-the boy who carried storms in his chest and spoke in truths that cut too deep.
The closer she reached for him, the more he slipped through her fingers, leaving her caught between love and ruin.
But some fires aren't meant to be held.
Some are only meant to burn.
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