One..
But our relationship has always been a bomb waiting to explode, hasn’t it?
Two…
And even as we counted down the hours to our destruction, the devastation felt so sweet.
Three…
His eyes burn both brighter and paler, the color like the clear blue sky with the dying notes and the little black birds that become dots in the distance. I hold on to thoseanchors, to him, refusing to blink or to close my eyes. Those eyes…they’re the color of heaven and tears. They’re the last thing I see before a blast deafens my ears and my body is sucked into a vortex of flames. The most excruciating pain rips through my lower body, darkening my vision at the same time as agonizing heat melts everything and a white-orange blaze turns our story into ashes.
TO BE CONTINUED