The Boy who Circled Time
The same pains came back, erupting within her chest, the same sweaty tensions gripped at her head, and the same eyes filled up with tears that trailed down the same cheek.
Lila sadly stepped back outside and pulled on her boots, deciding that when her mother fully blew up, she would rather not view the fire that would spew from her mouth, nor the lava trails that her arms would cause, sweeping out and smashing all within her reach and more.
Lila had suffered the stinging, burning blows to her skin, dying whatever colour was there before into a lumiscent, glowing red that heated up hotter than the radiators in school, during the winters.
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