“Fire ends up consuming everything we hold dear.” Those were the last words I spoke to my beautiful Plaything the night I tore his heart out.
I had no idea how right I was.
With those words and ensuing actions, I burned the last ounce of humanity I had left. I burned my second chance. And most unforgivable, I burned out the loving light in the eyes of someone dearer to me than I realized.
Am I redeemable?
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