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?”

gave the fire his attention back. He squatted, and I just crossed my arms,

when that fire started crackling and growling like an angry beast, I swear I let out a scream that could rival a banshee! I

what really cracked me up? This jerk sitting in front of me. While I was busy channeling my inner Olympic sprinter, this guy was just chilling

help but admire his unshakeable calmness. It was like he had a secret pact with the flames,

knows? All I can say is that while I was two steps away from dialing the fire department, Mason was still sitting

bonkers. Maybe a bit of both. But everyone has their quirks, right? Some

like it’s a walk in

there 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 wasn’t going to spend the whole night staring at some idiot who was staring at a holocaust, like he

LUKE’S POV

terrible news have you come to give me?” I

was Peter, a middle–aged man. And

was fixed downwards, and his hesitation to give me a reply, had a million thoughts rolling in my head at the moment. I just hoped nothing bad had happened 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

him.

at this moment, my heart pounded in my chest as I waited for his response. His hesitant silence only fueled my worry, and my mind raced with 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,

mind his gentle smile, his wise words, and the warmth of his embrace. Well,

had always been a pillar of strength for our family, and the mere thought of losing him sent waves of fear crashing through me. This was the realization that life was fragile and

much he meant to me? Was there anything left unsaid? Regret washed over me like a tidal wave, intensifying my worry and fueling a deep sense of

these were just thoughts. Maybe that wasn’t the

Peter, tears popping up

He’s… he’s…

shirt. Riley held me immediately. “What did you just say?” I yelled

sorry sir, but

also shattered. But his pain was nothing compared to mine. This was really intense. My grandfather, dead? No this couldn’t be.