Some girls don''t like pretty things.Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. They say magic isn''t real, but it''s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn''t exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I''m not just in the middle of this game, I''m helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes?The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win.This is a war of fate.𝘚𝘩𝘦''𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬.𝘚𝘩𝘦''𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯''𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 ...