Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad
Not patch up and manage me like I am kind of love.
What we have isn't just love, it's passion. A combustible one.
But the truth is, even if we go aflame, we wouldn't be separated; our ashes would meld, forming our union in the next life.
I'm never leaving him.
I love Michael, and with the world's confidence, I can say he loves me too.
By the time I rain bullets on the last target, something bursts, startling me to my bones. Color powder clouds the air.
But just as quickly, it clears off, and my eyes land on the board behind it, the words written on it making me freeze.