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The girls in the choir did the background vocals. “You know I was broke down, I had hit the ground…I was crying out, couldn't make no sound…No one hears the silent tears collecting…You know I had lost hope, I was all alone…Never been so low 'til you came along…Teacher, I feel the dots connecting…Beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall…'Cause I can take on so much more than I had ever dreamed…So beat down on me, beat down like a waterfall…'Cause baby, I am ready to be free…Now I am invincible…No, I ain't a scared little boy no more…Yeah, I am invincible…What was I running for? (oh-oh-oh)….I was hiding from the world…I was so afraid, I felt so unsure…But now I am invincible…And I'm a perfe

Through the fire To the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire Through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire Even through the fire Through the test of time I took a simple deep breath for the twitch. Through the fire To the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire Through whatever, come what may For a chance at loving you I'd take it all the way Right down to the wire

“So you burn with what you loved.” When I opened my eyes, I was back on the floor of our burning den. This time, I pressed wet moss to my muzzle and dialed the public emergency channel. Let him choose her again. But in front of everyone. The roof beam fell at minute three. Wood cracked across my shoulder—bone snapped, I screamed, smoke swallowed the sound. Another beam caught my thighs. Blood pooled fast, soaking the nest I’d built for her. My daughter—still safe in my womb, five months along—kicked once, weak, then went still.

In my family’s empty old house, I placed her urn beside our parents'. Left without a single attachment, I set the house on fire. The next morning, Ken's phone rang. "Mr. Ken Bowen? I'm calling from the hospital. Your wife set her house on fire last night. Please drop by as soon as possible."

The song in the background is such a nice tune. Groovy is the best word to describe it. I would dance to it. It would fit any party around here. We should be enjoying it, but instead, it taunts us. About the good times we are supposed to have here. The ones we are missing out on derived from our own stupidity. We were trapped in a damn illusion. One molded by the hands of his father. He knew exactly what would happen and where'd we go. He planned to take me to god knows where and hold me. Away from my new friends. Away from Liam. Worst part is, I'd rather go back to the illusion.

“I am not a stranger to the dark…hide away, they say…cause we don’t want your broken parts…I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars…run away, they say…no one’ll love you as you are..But, I won’t let them break me down to dust…I know that there’s a place for us…for we are glorious..when the sharpest words wanna cut me down..I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out…I am brave, I am bruised, I am who I’m meant to be…this is me..Look out, cause here I come…and I’m marching on to the beat I drum…I’m not scared to be seen, I make no apologies…this is me…” She grabbed Dylan’s hand and got him to dance with her “…another round of bullets hits my skin…well, fire away, cause today, I won’t let t

"Salvatore! Where are you going?" "Back home!" he snapped, his gaze piercing. He couldn't understand why I hadn't escaped after setting the fire. For a fleeting second, he wondered if I had meant to end my life. The memory of my tear-filled eyes sent a sharp pain through his chest. He refused to believe I had meant to die. After all, I loved him too much to ever leave him behind. The car tore down the road, skimming the asphalt as its taillights carved a red streak through the night.

"This one's new. I wrote it yesterday. It's called 'The Flame.'" I played the opening chords. This song was different. Fierce. About survival and strength and refusing to be extinguished. *They thought they owned me* *Thought they'd bought my soul* *But you can't purchase fire* *Can't auction off the coal* *They thought they broke me* *Crushed my spirit down* *But ashes birth new phoenixes* *And queens don't need a crown* The lyrics were about Darren without naming him. About everything he'd taken and everything he'd failed to destroy.

My dress slid dangerously high as he rolled his hips into mine, the friction sending fire licking through my veins. My fingers curled into his shoulders, barely holding on as he spun me, dipped me, and pulled me back with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. Oh my God. I was drowning. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew people were watching. I knew the room still existed. But it felt unreal now. The only thing that felt real was him. Then, the chorus hit. "I'd let the world burn Let the world burn for you This is how it always had to end

“I can't believe I let you get suckered into all this bullshit about life’s purpose and fate and all that bullshit.” “You mean you're not interested in being part of the legal team?” I asked casually. “I suppose it would be difficult for you while you have this prestigious position in the big city. How can saving a bunch of cows be more interesting than dealing with pompous bosses who always think they're right?” “You're a bastard, Coleman. You know perfectly well that now I’ll be thinking about this case. You also know that I'll do anything I can to shut that filthy place down.” “But, your job...”