?
When she finally stepped outside, the cool air should have cleared her mind.
Instead, it pressed in tighter.
The silence wasn’t soothing.
It was coiled.
A sound behind her.
Heels on pavement.
She kept walking.
Forced herself to breathe.
But deep down, she knew.
Someone was watching.
She glanced back.
Nothing.
But that wasn’t comfort.
The city had too many shadows.
And tonight, they felt closer than usual.
He watchedher move through a room that didn’t deserve her.
She did not belong here.
Not among these polished ghosts with grasping hands and hollow smiles.
They thought they saw her.
Thought they could claim her fire.
Fools.
She wasn’t meant to be held.
Not by them.
Not by him.
She was vivid. Untamed.
A wildfire given form, meant to be worshiped or burned by, not contained.
And her voice—God,her voice.
Not soft. Not sweet.
It struck like flint to stone.
