Page 129 of The Lies We Steal

Empty, ruthless, blue eyes drift to mine and I feel the twitch in my hand start. Blue eyes like the hottest flame and I of all people knew, what playing with that flame felt like.

Ticking in my muscles began building as I refused to move my gaze from her. I was seconds from grabbing my lighter and torching this place. Ready to burn all the memories she brought inside this room.

Memories that danced around me like shadows.

The urge built higher and higher.

It was a part of me.

I was born to make things burn.

Dainty limbs, peppered pale skin with flame colored freckles, heart shaped lips.

My greatest kept secret.

My worst mistake.

The girl that once burned my sad memories, only to become the gasoline that fueled them.

Tomorrow the birds will sing, Sage.

I repeated the words her voice said the last time we spoke.

And I will set every last one of them on fucking fire.

The End

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