Ashes Of The Burning Past

She had been innocent to the point of naive, wearing her devotion like armor. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that the one person she loved-the one person who had promised to protect her since childhood-would be the very person to throw her into the devouring flames.

When she had screamed out to know why, his answer had been colder than the fire consuming the room.

He had looked at her without a shred of remorse, stating plainly that she was nothing more than a stepping stone for his success, a tool to be discarded the moment he no longer needed her.

Watching him pull the woman he truly loved tightly against his chest, the bitter reality of his betrayal had swallowed her whole.

As the suffocating smoke filled her lungs, she was consumed not just by heat, but by a mountain of raw regret. She wished, with every fading beat of her heart, for just one more chance to make it all right.

Perhaps fate took pity on her dying wish, because the universe didn't let her soul rest in the dirt. Suddenly, the blinding light of her funeral pyre fractured, and the agonizing heat violently reversed.

Time relapsed, snapping like a broken thread and dragging her consciousness backward through the dark, straight to the very beginning.

When her eyes flew open, the smoke was gone, replaced by the pristine stillness of a past life.

But her scars weren't entirely missing; they were burned into her mind. With every single memory of her tragic future perfectly preserved, the naive girl who loved him was gone.

In her place was someone entirely remade-and she silently vowed to burn down the legacy of the people who betrayed her until nothing was left but ashes.

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