Introductions and Warnings

It was all things cliché:

If I was the storm, he was the calm.

In a hot desert, he was that splash of water that had me gasping.

In my cold heartedness, he was a fire that roared to life.

But I snuffed out any light I touched.

And I didn't need anymore blown out candles, I was already suffocating in smoke.

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A love story that will burn you.