Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Relief seemed within grasp as the distant echo of an approaching vehicle met her ears. Salvation, she surmised.

The vehicle drew near, its illumination piercing the darkness. Rhea extended a beckoning hand, signaling for a halt.

As the window descended, Rhea’s eyes met the driver’s. It was Darin.

Taken aback, she lowered her gaze, knitting her brows in a flustered gesture.

Darin had been an acquaintance since childhood, preceding her acquaintance with Marcus.

Their story began in the corridors of kindergarten, where they shared the same classroom as classmates.

current zenith. In the halls of her classroom, she bore the brunt of cruel taunts, Labeled a street child bereft of care, subjected to intentional isolation

her chest, she would watch with longing as her peers formed

emotions often surged, and clandestine tears were her

a handsome classmate, Darin. A simple act of generosity-a piece of candy extended-sparked a

for I

that moment, she felt herself transformed-a metamorphosis akin to Cinderella’s transition to princess. Vanity reveled in this

Life would soon alter course. Her father led her to the Thomas family’s house, akin

she witnessed Marcus descending the stairs, an air of composure defining his every step. In that instance, her sentiments pivoted, her infatuation shifting its allegiance. Marcus’ cool countenance wielded a magnetic pull that stirred

be

car, his attention drawn to the heels

sliced through the night air,