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

what happened next? Oh boy, when that fire started crackling and growling like an angry beast, I swear I let out a scream that could rival a banshee! I mean,

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

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

dialing the fire department, Mason was still sitting on his heels, probably contemplating the meaning

couldn’t decide whether to call him brave or completely bonkers. Maybe a bit of both. But everyone has their quirks, right? Some people collect stamps,

it’s a walk in the

the hottest show in town. But this needed to stop. I wasn’t going to spend the whole night

LUKE’S POV

news have you come

Peter, a middle–aged man. And I

happened to my grandfather. Of course, the man was

him.

of worst–case scenarios. What if my grandfather had left

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

sent waves of fear crashing through

my mind. Did I tell him how much he

were just thoughts. Maybe that wasn’t the news Peter had come to give

Peter, tears

Reynold. He’s… he’s… he’s

“What did you just say?” I yelled

sir, but he’s

couldn’t look me in the eyes. He was also shattered. But his pain was nothing compared to mine. This was really intense. My grandfather, dead? No this couldn’t be. I loved that man. I didn’t