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He didn't move nor flinch at all. "Sir please, I live at 14 Duotrope Street. Do you know where that is? And can you help me find my way back? I do not know how I got here". He said. No response still. He walked closer and stretched his hand to touch the man, immediately the man charged up at him violently with tightly clenched teeth. His eyeballs immediately turned to balls of fire. Jason was scared to death and started running immediately. The man chased after him. Jason kept on running so fast till he tripped and fell.

The text read thus; “ Dear sweet soul of the olden Bruno, to the effect of the past, I write this to you. I have messed up and so did everyone. No one would go contrary to that, but what makes us unique and special is what happened after the mess. Some will fringe and some will reunite. Let’s not give up, remember how it used to be in the past, if only we curtail the selfishness amongst us, we would stand being unshaken. Consider the fact that you are the only one that decided to go against the plan, and besides, Enola is very much eager to forget everything. Just imagine, as you have refused to join us back, we still stand, we are happy that we are back, the regrets will be only for you alo

A beat dropped through the speakers, and before I could run or throw myself out the window again, Kai grabbed the remote mic and started belting: "You are… my fire..." His voice cracked. Horribly. I burst out laughing so hard I nearly fell off the couch. “Oh my God, stop! You sound like a dying goat.” He pointed the mic at me. “Join me or suffer eternal shame.” “Im already suffering eternal shame!” But I was laughing too hard to say no. So I grabbed another remote from the coffee table and stood up dramatically. "Tell me why" I screeched, totally off-key.

“Let’s burn our way in.” Together, we leap into the blinding light And the divine realm swallows us whole.

Let them come. Let them all come.

Back in the car, every second was agony for Connor. His fists were clenched tight on his thighs, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He stared unblinking at the crumbling building ahead. "Connor, relax. It'll be fine, don't worry," one of the guys said. "Yeah, there's no way it'll kill her. We've calculated everything," another said. But their voices didn't register. Connor couldn't even bring himself to speak. Then, all at once, he shot up and made for the burning building.

The world could burn. Let it.

Instead, I just sit. I sit, and I burn.

"There’s no going back after this. If we start this fire, the whole city burns." "Let it burn," I said.

The night before our engagement party. My fiancé's childhood sweetheart, Isabella, said she had a "family welcome" for me. A little tradition, she said. For a "nobody." She tricked me. Lured me to the family's private boathouse on the lake. Then she opened the floodgates. Let the freezing lake water pour in. Icy water seeped over my ankles. On the shore, guests from the five Chicago families. They held their drinks. They watched me struggle. Watched me fight for my life. She smiled like an angel. Her words were pure poison. "Doesn't Alessia know all about rules? Let's see how low she'll go for Nico." My fiancé, Nico Falconetti, heir to the family, stood by the warm bonfire. Watching me acros