The Fire That Chose Me
“The fire chose you. That means something. To them. To me.”
She shook her head, trying to understand, trying to breathe. “I didn’t choose this.”
“I know.”
He stepped closer, eyes searching hers.
“But I did,” he said. “I chose you.”
The words hit her like lightning—sharp, unexpected. Real.
A beat passed. Then another.
“I don’t know if I can survive this,” she admitted. “I don’t know who I’m becoming.”
Aiden’s hand lifted slowly, gently brushing her hair back from her face. His touch was warm, grounding her.