We had known about it all our lives. The intensity, the overwhelming desire, the flames. Most of us dreamed of it, waited for it. It consumed us. All of us. "It" came a lot harder than I expected, though. By some sick twist of fate "it" was nothing like they told us. It was intense, the desire was overwhelming, and all I remember were the flames. It did consume me. There was more, though, much more that my heart couldn't take. So I tried to fix it, I forced something that should never have been touched. I wanted to make things better, easier, but everything just collapsed. We all just collapsed, and it was all because of me. In the end I think maybe it would have been better, easier. If we had stuck to it, if they hadn't worked so hard to change it back, if they would've just taken a moment to let it breathe. They could've seen what I saw, how much better things could've been. I know they wish I had never done it in the first place. They thought that if I had stuck with Ashton, everything would have worked out exactly the way it was supposed to. Though, where's the fun in that?
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