Burning Passion: Love Never Die

A collective pause, an interlude of astonishment. Millie’s gaze descended, Locking onto the entwined hands of Lois and Leon.

Upon sighting Marcus, Lois wrestled with residual trepidation, memories of her past abduction haunting her thoughts. Consequently, her glance veered away from his presence.

“Fortuitous encounter, indeed.” Millie’s lips curled into a welcoming smile.

“Having recently dined nearby, a leisurely stroll beckoned.” Lois’ grip on Leon’s hand tightened. “Allow us to proceed…”

In an unexpected twist of fate, a woman and a child collided amidst the bustling square.

A mother’s voice, a crescendo of reproach, pierced the air. “Do your eyes betray you? My son, subject to your heedlessness, now suffers!”

an apologetic refuge, her hair a

E L A ‘s L I

spoken, yet departure contemplated… Ah,

woman to the ground. And thus, the veil concealing her visage lifted, revealing a canvas marred by

struck fear in the mother,

her gaze towards her. Could it be Fiona? A tremor coursed through her hand, bearing the drink, as she hastened her pace, propelled by an

prone figure that met her gaze was none other than Fiona, now prostrate upon the

a tapestry woven of

the onlookers as they observed Fiona’s altered countenance. A whisper brushed the air, conjecture materializing in words. “It appears

have been irrevocably marred. The sight is truly

with Millie’s presence. A gradual shift of her

and Leon, Fiona’s pupils underwent a perceptible contraction. An involuntary shiver coursed through her body, a tangible reaction to