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A Breath Away
The Day I left Pyre
I’d stood there. Staring at Gray who stood in the doorway of my brother’s bedroom. Covered in blood. Still holding the dagger.
All of me had died.
I looked from that blade to his face. Before I could utter my confusion, Gray caught my arm and dragged me down the servant stairwell to the back door before tossing me out.
I called to him, but he’d rounded and roared for me to go and never come back. I’d immediately burst into flame like a flint catching heat.
All of me.
My eyes began to burn like they were melting in my head. What should’ve been tears emerged as lava.
“Your eyes. Your eyes…” Gray gave me an astonished look.
“They hurt!” I wailed. Falling to my knees in anguish and covering them.
“They’re red…” He murmured painedly before slamming the door closed. Banishing him from my sight.
And leaving me there alone.
In the worst pain I’d
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