I fainted in the middle of a raging fire, but in my final moments, I caught a glimpse of someone walking toward me.
A man's voice cut through the crackling flames, clear as day.
His eyes held nothing but coldness and distance, yet now he was whispering in my ear,
"You won't be so lucky next time."
And with that,
Before I could react, he seemed to burn to ashes and scatter away, like a dream, as if he had never been there at all.
HE, mildly angsty
Note: This is my first novel. The story and its structure are entirely my own. I'm trying my hand at writing for the first time, so please be kind. Updates are irregular, the length is moderate, and there are no major content triggers. Finally, thank you for reading.
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