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We stumbled deeper into the dimly lit room, the door locked behind us, the muffled music pulsing like a second heartbeat. “Fuck, you’re hot,” I muttered against his lips, biting the bottom one hard enough to make him gasp. My hands roamed down his sides, gripping his ass and pulling his hips flush against mine. Our cocks were already straining, grinding together through our clothes. Jordan moaned, the sound raw. “Then take what you want.”

"I know you're lying, Abby." "How about after five days?" I said with hopeful eyes. I need more time to make a plan and where to find this damn picture. "Three days," Cora said, grinning. "Two," Mia said, standing up, ready to leave for our next lesson because our math teacher didn't show up, ending the conversation. "Okay, three," I said in defeat. I always lose with two combined powers. They grinned and high-fived. "Okay, that means you'll show us your boyfriend's picture on Monday?" Perfect." Mia said with an evil grin on her face.

My voice grew more choked with each word, but Lily couldn't hear a thing. She had a burn on her face, and a blister had already formed. A nurse was helping her treat the burn, and Lily was trembling in pain. Watching her suffer twisted my heart. It was then that I understood that death didn't end pain. Others who had survived the fire were surrounded by their families, but Lily was all alone by herself. Feeling bad for her, the nurse gently asked, "Sweetie, where are your parents?" Lily's eyes were red, with tears still clinging to her eyelashes. She spoke carefully, "Miss, could you please lend me your phone? I want to call my daddy."

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

my inner self celebrates. Then he grabs his back and runs out of the room. I zoom in on Avery’s face, she seems happy and excited. I look at her gorgeous eyes and focus on her lips, “God! How I miss those lips!” I cuss. Then I see her wearing her AirPods and listening to music. She enjoys it and grooves to the music a little. So I go out of the room where I am in, ask the security team to remove the recording right away and go straight to where my love is.

Instead of going home she decided to go to a bar and drink all her sorrows away. At the club, She completely lost all composure. She took one shot of tequila after another as the thought of her selfish father popped up. She felt so much remorse and hate. She continued to take more shots as she nodded her head following the beat of the music playing in the background. She got very drunk such that she couldn't do anything other than lay her head down on the table "Ms Benson, are you alright", asked Ashley as she rushed to check if Joy was ok.

I had never burned a day in my life, so I never even considered sunscreen, but apparently my mate had needed it. I felt horrible for not properly caring for her. “T, are you set?” I asked. “I’m great, why?” “Uh, babe, you’re burnt. I don’t mean like a little either. You are extra crispy everywhere.” When I said everywhere, I mean everywhere. Her perfect breasts were just as burnt. A hazard of floating naked. “What?” she asked and ran into the house. “No!” I heard her yell when she finally saw herself.

It was now or never and the only way to find out. "I love you too," I closed my eyes and waited for the burn searing in my tattoo. There, a slight burn, quite faint but it ended all too quickly, seared on my left chest. Was that a bad sign or a good sign? I casted my eyes downward to my left chest, to where my tattoo was. I checked surreptitiously to see if it glowed and thankfully, my button up shirt was three buttons undone so my chest was still visible. I frowned when it flickered weakly, like a busted light bulb. Was that supposed to happen? Was that supposed to glow like that? Did the curse break that confession?

I am steady enough to burn and still build. Let them throw labels. I’ll throw flame.

Fluttering without wind, fluttering today is to connect heart to heart Oh, I don't want to break love with you Oh, I don't want to break love with you I will keep looking at you like an eye be the picture of love I will keep looking at you like an eye be the picture of love stay in the shade of your arms become the fate of my breath, become the fate promise with you, don't break Oh, I don't want to break love with you Oh, I don't want to break love with you I have become the sound of your breath steal the softness of your lips I have become the sound of your breath steal the softness of your lips from the silken fire of your tears I want to burn the heart, burn the heart Don't break this rel