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"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

Not knowing what it meant, she decided to write her name beneath it. With a grin, Kelly answered, "This is just a habit of mine. I like adding a flame symbol to my drawings or writings. If it were to mean anything, I'd say it means my unquenchable passion for design." She then winked, trying to act cutesy. The crowd went wild with sounds of appreciation. Miles, however, frowned upon seeing the flame symbol from the VIP seating row. He recognized it when he saw Ms. Flora's designs through Evan.

Two flames. And me, caught in the middle, already burning.

When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything. When I shook my head, disappointment filled his eyes. Still, he said, "It's okay. I'll keep trying to help you remember." He brought me roses every day, saying that they were my favorite flowers. But I didn't care. The sight of that bright red color only made me feel disgusted. He also brought me an embroidered wedding dress, saying that it was a gift from my mentor. Apparently, I had worn it for him once before, and he had been completely captivated.

Enough. I step closer and the air shifts. The nurse gasps softly as a familiar green flame begins to move from my skin. I inhale deeply, focusing on the burn deep within me. The fire that sent Wendigos fleeing. The flames that rejected their venom. The power that feels like it’s becoming something more. I reach for the warrior’s hand. And unleash it. Flames flood the room - cleansing, defiant, divine… Let the reckoning begin.

The flames flickered, hungry, and I felt the pull, the connection, like a thread drawn taut. The fire stirred, a living thing waking at my touch. It wasn’t just heat—it was power, raw and unyielding, answering my call. I didn’t command it; I shaped it, guided it, my will a blade cutting through the doubt. The flames rose higher, twisting into shapes no fire should know—spirals, arcs, a dance of light and shadow that silenced the jeers. Gasps replaced whispers, the camp’s breath stolen as the fire bent to my will, not a trick of the dark but a truth laid bare.

I asked while staring at him intently. "Because you're not getting much attention from me." Alex said proudly with an evil smirk plastered on his face making me want to slap off his smirk. "In your dreams!" I exclaimed while smirking, making him pout. He looks damn cute while pouting. Belle after what seemed like an eternity came back to us. We started hanging out for some time. Alex stopped teasing me in front of Belle. After reaching home, we had dinner and watched a Christmas movie. Alex kept stealing glances at me which I caught from my peripheral view.

Vengeance is for God. She knows that. But for once, she wants to try it so bad. In time, rumors will fly through new skies. In time, all of the thousand cuts will be just some scars, and a million little stars will be align for a brand new start. Change is inevitable, but it is either for better or for worse. It will come and break through even in hardly-constructed fences, just like how Reiner and Bertholdt invaded the walls in the popular anime named Attack on Titan. But for her, how come that hatred and pain seems so odd and unbreakable that it will last forever? Mary Emily Trañilla can only wish that it will vanish like how the Beast Titan killed the soldiers headed by Captain Erwin Smit

[Diana’s POV] “It eats flames?” I asked. Miya nodded. “But not just any flames. It’s young, so we must provide it with the most nutritious and sweet flames,” she said. “Flames are sweet? Flames have taste?” “Not for us, but for them,” Miya said. “So? Where can we find this sweet flame?” I asked. “Flowers,” Miya said. “Flowers? You mean nectar?” I asked. “No. The flames you get when you burn a flower.”