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The Boy Who Loved Her In The Dark

Xeris_Noctis
SOME LOVE STORIES ARE WRITTEN IN INK. OURS WAS WRITTEN IN BURNS. Wren Whitaker knows three things about Kai Rivers. Thunderstorms makes his hands shake even though he hates to admit it, He reads Bukowski like a holy text and underlined all the wrong lines for her and He once kissed her so hard she forgot how to breathe and she ran away. Three years later, Wren had returned to Saint Hollow with smoke still clinging on her skin and expulsion papers in her back pack. The town hasn't forgotten her. Least of all Kai who was no longer the same boy who left her wildflowers on her window still, who watched her with eyes lit like a match. He was different. He was much colder, a bit older. But this wasn't a reunion, it was a reckoning. Now she was back to face the very thing she once ran away from. The fire she started and the secrets that's been rotting between them like a corpse no one will bury. As if it wasn't enough something unfathomable was brewing in the depths of Saint Hollow. Love is war, And they've both got blood on their hands. Would you rather be the one who burns or the one who gets burned?
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