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.

zenith. In the halls of her classroom, she bore the brunt of cruel taunts, Labeled a street child

longing as her peers formed clusters around picture books, their innocent

surged, and clandestine tears

chord, her gaze intertwined with that of a handsome classmate, Darin. A simple act of generosity-a piece of candy extended-sparked a symphony of jealousy

tears, for I shall safeguard

were a soothing balm, an oath of protection that enshrouded her like a guardian’s embrace. In that moment, she felt herself transformed-a metamorphosis akin to Cinderella’s transition

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

on unequal footing as 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

be a

from the car, his attention drawn to the heels clutched

command sliced through