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021. Lighter Fluid.
Revenge is a killer.
He knows this, and he's promised himself that, no matter what, he'll never take that road.
But his bed is so empty now, his house (not home, not anymore) is so empty.
His heart is empty.
Why shouldn't his promise be empty, too? And even when he cries, his mind circles back to that hell road to nowhere, darkness and fire.
The tears drip like lighter fluid.
He's ready to burn.