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my heart burned with something else entirely. Confusion. Anger. And beneath it all, something I refused to name. "This isn’t over," I whispered into the empty air. Because it wasn’t. Not by a long shot.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: MY BOO BY USHER IVARA'S POV: The fire won’t die. Not the one outside unfortunately. That one is already fading and has eaten down to embers and ash, but the one inside me. The one that won’t stop burning no matter how much I try to smother it. I’m pacing inside Ronan’s quarters, shaking, every nerve raw. My palms are black with soot, my throat still tastes like smoke and death. The walls feel too close. The air feels too thick.

My eyes fixated on the roaring inferno that seemed to consume everything in its path. I couldn't believe this was happening. Everything around me seemed to blur as I frantically searched for my grandmother despite the hungry flames. My heart pounded in my chest, tears streamed down my cheeks, my vision becoming more misty. Smoke stings my eyes, tendrils of embers even wanting to scar my legs. This feeling of hurt is overwhelming. I couldn't understand why this was happening. I cannot even fathom what my grandmother has done to deserve this. I’m the one deserved to burn. Not her.

This felt too unreal, like those paid dramas I and mama used to watch when I was little. “Flustered? No” I answered. He stared at me, his wet hair dripping on his face, his eyes were calm, yet, they brimmed with passion. “So tell me Amelia, shall I name you the flustered cat? You seem flustered to me” he said, his eyes staring at mine and then down to my lips and then to my eyes again. What is this feeling? I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, my body feeling hot even with the Air conditioner turned on.

But it has died out now, so quit acting like that. He shrugged "Okay, I am sorry if I have annoyed you. I was just angry at myself for causing you this pain. I don't know why, but I could feel anger rising within me these few days. It hurts, it's like a burning larva, which turns everything in me into stone. But that is not what I want. I don't want my heart to be as hard as stone. I want my heart to be filled with love and passion, just like yours." he said meekly.

"Sir, done." "Fine, let's go!" Liam showed no expression, his heart was cold. He thought of his engaged girlfriend and the unborn child who had only been two months old when he couldn't help but explode with anger. I wish he could kill her with his own hands, the devil that kills two lives at once. Liam clenched his fist. Chatter.

I even spatted it making some of water flew in the air. "Gezz your disgusting!" Blake hissed at me. "Hey hey! It's not my fault! Don't throw that kind of questions on me. My goodness I think I'm going to have heart attach from it!" I said dramatically from him. "Seriously did you?" Usher pushed the topic still to me. Making my eyes all wide looking both of them. "Are you both serious?!" I asked them in wide eyes. Like my eyes were about to fall out this instance.

*I do not think much,I do not think often but when I think,I think of you* Well, this is quite true,maybe I could explore more options. *My heart feels full of flowers whenever I'm with you* Wait, is that true? 'Oh,it doesn't actually mean real flowers' I reminded myself. *I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to start a flame in your heart* I definitely want to set her heart aflame for me. I scrolled down again. *Roses are red,shamrock are green, you've got the sweetest smile I've ever seen* I sighed and leaned back against my chair.

It was o‍f pur‍e,​ bu‍‍rning hatred. If I get an‌o⁠ther​ c​han‍ce, I told the‍ da‍r​knes‍s,⁠ I w‌ill burn your world to the gr​⁠ound. Then,‍ eve‌rything⁠ we‌nt black. ………………. "Miss Vi⁠vi⁠an? M​is​s Vivian⁠​…..” are y‍ou al⁠right?"

It wasn't until an acrid smell stung the insides of my nose, making me let out a cough did I drop out off my overactive imagination. A gasp escaped me at the sight. The pan I greased with butter to cook bacons lighted up like a vicious version of fireworks. The flames were bleeding from the pan on the counter. It soared high yearning to get free. Just like me. Standing a few feet back, I watched and watched as the fire grew. A thought crossed my mind. Do I let it burn? The answer was clear. I did. The air began to cloud with a thick mist of dark smoke; my skin burned, but I didn't care nor had the urge to save myself. If this place burned down to ashes today I was ready to burn with it. Burn