#roxy

While they argued, the pain blazed on. My blood boiled in my veins. Why was I doing this? Was he worth all of this pain? Why should I care if he lived or died? "I love him." The words came out as a whisper, but they seemed to diminish the heat. I felt stronger and more sure of myself. ↗

— Heather James

#elements-of-power #fire #love #roxy #love