"Everyone's a no one in their home town," said Josh. His eyes were soft in the dim light. "No. That's the problem. I'm not a no one. I'm a someone there. A someone who I'm not. A someone who burned down her life and left her mother alone to rot." I leaned forward, a dark intensity burning in my throat. "I will NEVER be able to escape that town. I will never be able to put out that fire. I...I..." Brendon's soft hand on my waist anchored me. But my thoughts spiraled out of control. They reeled and flashed and blazed like the home I left behind. And I realized, maybe the problem isn't that a fire has been chasing me. Maybe it's not that flames are always at my heels, nipping and pressing their insistent heat closer to my skin. Maybe it's not that fire follows me. Maybe I am the fire. Maybe that's why everything around me...burns.
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