The Love From Vengeance

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ARIEL’S POV

I walked behind Mason as we both got close to the gigantic fire. Well, he got close. I was a little bit far from him, slowing down my pace. Yeah I knew he was a psychopath, but I had not idea he was this crazy.

Getting really close to a fire huge like that? No one in his right senses would do that? But this scumbag right here was actually surprising me.

And I kept on watching him inch closer to the roaring inferno. I couldn’t help but question his sanity. I would keep on doing that over and over.

I mean, who willingly gets up close and personal with a fire that could roast a Christmas turkey in 3 seconds flat? It was like he had a secret death wish or something. And if he did, I would be really glad. At least it would reduce the number of scumbags in the earth.

Meanwhile, I continued to do my best to maintain a safe distance, like the responsible, self- preserving human being that I am.

“What are you even doing?” I aksed, still walking slowly.

“You ask too many questions,” he replied, not glancing at me.

“This is crazy, you know. Like, are going to walk in that fire?”

Mason turned to give me a quick look. “Maybe.”

“This is absolutely insane. But it won’t be surprising, cause you’re insane yourself.”

“You can shut up, and just follow me, okay.”

“You’re like six inches away from that fire. And you want me to keep on following you. Okay, what are you planning to do now, huh. Perform a miracle?”

attention back. He squatted, and I just crossed my

Oh boy, when that fire started crackling and growling like an angry beast, I swear I let out

in front of me. While I was busy channeling my inner Olympic sprinter, this guy was just chilling there, completely unfazed. I mean,

he had a secret pact with the flames, or maybe he was just auditioning for

fire department, Mason was still sitting

at this moment, I couldn’t decide whether to call him brave or completely bonkers. Maybe a bit of

monsters like it’s a walk

we were, me who screamed like a maniac, and Mason casually enjoying his front–row seat to the hottest show in town. But this needed to stop. I

LUKE’S POV

news have you come to

a middle–aged man. And I kind of loved him

to my grandfather. Of course, the man was old, but I still loved him, and didn’t want to lose him yet. “Why are you being silent now? Tell me what the

him.

a whirlwind of worst–case scenarios. What if my grandfather had left the earth? What if his sickness had finally prevailed over him? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I

mind his gentle smile, his wise words, and the warmth of his

for our family, and the mere thought of losing him sent waves of fear

the seconds ticked by, I couldn’t help but replay the last conversation I had with him in my mind. Did I tell him how much he meant

pull myself together. All these were just thoughts. Maybe that wasn’t the news

me now!” I yelled at Peter, tears

He’s… he’s… he’s

did you just say?” I yelled again,

sorry sir, but he’s

This was really