Chapter 15

"Loving you is like playing with fire.

Even if I hurt myself, I can't let go of you."

I wonder why?

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The night air felt so cold.

As your vision refocused, you see the moonlight beaming through the window, the sounds of rain starting to fall.

No, not right now. Please.

But it happened anyway. The sky started to pelt, the rain getting stormier and stormier. The way you dealt with...