CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Sometimes you see fire and you walk right to it, eyes wide open. Maybe it's the warm orange glow that pulls you towards it, just like a moth to a flame but let's be honest, most of the time, it's because we are stupid. Everyone knows fire burns; whether it's just a flicker, a hearth or perhaps a conflagration; the result is the same: a wound resulting from the burn that leaves pain. So what is it that triggers humans, especially someone like me, to see fire and foolishly choose to walk straight into it? Sometimes, I have no bloody idea how to explain most of my actions and yet like every other single time, whatever goes wrong tonight, I would blame it on the alcohol in my system.
“Come on,” Maya nudged my arm, shaking me off the reverie I’d been caught in.
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