Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Amidst passion’s confluence, Rhea‘s gaze fluttered open. After tonight Darin would try every means to kill Millie.

With dawn’s arrival, Millie stirred from slumber, stretching Languidly. Grasping her phone, she embarked on a digital journey, scouting for bus tickets to her childhood abode. Her grandmother’s desire for a return tugged at her heartstrings, urging swift action to refurbish the ancestral dwelling in anticipation of her grandmother’s homecoming.

Recognizing that prolonged vacancy could invite problems, such as leaks and the embrace of dampness, Millie’s resolve surged.

A call to her grandmother ensued, words laced with purpose as she declared her intent to restore the old abode. Joy burgeoned in her grandmother’s voice, and delight in the prospect was palpable.

Next, an attempt to reach Marcus bore no fruit. Unperturbed, Millie wrote a note detailing her excursion to the countryside to oversee the old house herself.

Upon Millie’s arrival at the bus station, she gracefully embarked upon the coach, her choice falling upon a seat adjacent to the window, a spot that promised glimpses of the world’s passing tapestry.

to her hometown, Millie decided to close her eyes and rest. In

a youthful gentleman stepped aboard the bus in tandem. With a graceful gesture, he hoisted his belongings onto the rack, all the while, his gaze serendipitously alighting upon Millie, a

“Millie…”

The young

Settling at the rear, his motives remained veiled. Unbeknownst to Millie, this silent

by drowsiness,

“Why this pause?”

through

driver relinquished his seat,

I encourage you to disembark and embrace the revitalizing outdoor air. Be

with the cessation of air conditioning conjuring a stifling interior. Passengers disembarked, seeking solace beneath the