Her. That's all he could think about. Happy memories of her are pushed to the front part of his mind. But something accompanied them.
Anger.
Why did she leave? Why did she leave him to face this cruel world alone? Did she hate him? Or did Fate hate them so much that it felt the need to tear them both apart?
Why?
His anger is like a raging inferno, incinerating everything in its path and obliterating whatever was left into cinders.
How could he remember happy things of her, if he couldn't get past the roaring flame inside of him?
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Poetry{Highest rank: #222 in Poetry} "They say beauty is to be noticed, so she hid hers." o..oo..o This is the tale of the girl that tried so hard to be invisible. This is the story of a boy who went everywhere with a spotlight over his head...
