Novel & Cerita I'll Let The World Burn

I was fighting for love. And I would burn the world before I let it take her again.

Thanks, brain, I guess. I can hear footsteps coming at me and shouts of bitch you will never get away with this! As I turn to the corner, my ears are suddenly surrounded by faint chatters from people getting louder. A song is still ringing through my earphones as Agon screamed: THE WORLD IS CRUEL THE WORLD IS UNFAIR BUT WE SHOULDN'T BLAME THE WORLD FOR ITS PEOPLE THAT NEVER CARED NATIONS SHALL UNITE BUT WE CREATED WARS I CAN'T BELIEVE MOST OF YOU BELIEVE IN GOD

But this time I wouldn't be the one rotting in a cell. This time I'd be the one lighting the match. And the whole damn world was about to burn with me.

None of it would accept someone like me. Our worlds can crash into each other. They might touch. They probably burn. But they would never merge. Just like oil and water. Even if I want him. Even if he wants me. One day he will toss me aside like a dry leaf that had fallen into his polished garden. Something pretty to look at for a moment, but never meant to stay. "Intentions" He repeated. I felt him walking closer before I heard him. My entire body stiffened. "Intentions are to conquer you."

he whispered into her dreaming skin. “And I will burn the world before I let anything take you from me again.”

Like he’d been holding his breath until that moment. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m not,” he said. “Why?” “Because if the world has to burn for us to survive… then baby, let it burn.”

My father's eyes turned soft, and he held out his palms as if to beg, "So…does that guarantee my release? I have been kept here for too long, I wonder what the world looks like now," A smirk played across my lips as I faced him, "There's no place in the world for an abusive bastard like you, Donovan," I seethed and paused. "I am here for the second time this month because this would be the last time you'd ever see my face. I will allow my guards to do me the honor of making sure you never dream of seeing what the world now looks like. The next time you would be seeing my face is on the flat screen in hell, where I will be sending you to," I retorted, and slammed the door on my way out.

Then, I drawled, "Now, why would I carry an antidote? Didn't you all insist this was just a fun little exercise?" Cedric, his face still flushed red from the burn, gritted his teeth. "Lucia Scott, are you seriously going to just watch us die? I swear I'll use every connection I have to ruin you once we land!" I smiled and unzipped my bag. However, I didn't take out an antidote. Instead, I pulled out a rigid document folder, slid out the certificate stamped with a gold seal, and flung it at his face. "World Health Organization Special Observer—Lucia Scott."

I'd wandered into the mountains and fallen into an abandoned hunter's trap, my leg caught in rusted iron jaws. A storm raged, drowning my cries. A scrawny boy, chopping wood nearby, risked everything to free me. His hands bled from the jagged metal, but he never let go. He put me on his thin shoulders and carried me out of the pit. Fever gripped him for days, and a scar still marked his right hand. From that moment, I vowed to protect him forever. Defying my family, I broke off an engagement with the powerful Koch family and insisted on marrying my savior.

“I’d burn the world before I let that happen.” And then I walk out.