Hello my lovelies! This marks the last of my three-chapter update for today, meaning one more chapter! Wow, this has been a crazy day. I've never written three chapters so quickly, I just woke up so ready for the day. It was absolutely amazing. I'm so looking forward to getting more comments as the end inches closer. Its so exciting. Anyway, as usual, the italicized wording signals Edward's narration, while the normal font means Cara's narration. The bold italics means both are speaking. Oh... I really wish this could be read as a poem... It would be so hauntingly beautiful... Hmmm... That sounds a bit familiar... Have I said that before? Oh well. Thanks for reading, I hope you're all just as excited for next week as I. Cheers!
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In the dark of night, there was fire.
I stared into the fire for a while before I fed its hungry flames.
Slowly, I tore away pages of my life from its leathery prison.
They curled and writhed slowly in the heat, almost as if it could feel the flames.
My life burned.
The fire singed the fibers of the pages and burned off its black ink.
I added them into the fire without looking.
They were memories I didn't care to keep with me any longer.
Keeping the journals…
It gave me comfort as it plagued my soul.
It pained me every day as it made me happy every moment I read them.
There is no way to explain the possession they had over me.
It was disgraceful.
It was romantic.
It was amazing.
It was disgusting.
My only hope was that she kept her journals all these years.
I knew he kept his journals all these years,
I knew he thought of me when he saw them.
I wish I could take back all that I've done to her,
But now all I can do is move on and watch my childhood crackle in the flames.
As I stand before the fire, each page…
Every beautiful memory was burned…
Burn. Burn. Burn. Burn.
I knew I couldn't make her mine.
Burn, burn, burn, burn.
And I could not let myself be heartbroken again.
Burn… Burn… Burn… Burn…
With every slow tear of a page,
Burn… Burn… Burn… Burn…
I felt an ounce of relief.
Burn…
If…
Burn…
When I forget,
Burn.
I know she will be happy.
Burn.
And finally,
Burn.
We will be content.
Burn…
But for right now,
Burn…
All I heard,
Burn…
Was the calming sound of another page burned.
Burn…
Burn.
Burn.
Burn.
Burn.
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