All I can remember are the screams, then the fire; the melancholy aftermath, the ravaging need for revenge, and the regretful truth that it would never be mine. I refused to live with a vendetta, but anymore, I don't know why. Is a life without purpose, fighting to no avail, better than living with a vendetta?
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Roses and Hellfire
Teen FictionAll I can remember, are the screams, then the fire, the melancholy aftermath, the fierce need for revenge, and the stabbing realization it could never be mine. I refused to live with a vendetta, but what's the point? Nothing will ever be the same, m...
