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Kaya’s POV.

My eyes open to the sound of wood crackling as it burns. As I stand up, adjusting my weight so I can sit up and rest on one arm, I watch as the fire burns the woods.

It’s a beauty that lights up the space and leaves it cozy and warm for me, but what damage does it do to the woods? I think of its beauty and see that, but what happens to the woods? They burn and turn into ashes and are finally blown away, and the coldness is back except more wood is burned.

It’s a theory that rings in my head in relation to all that’s happening around me. My anger justifies my actions for me. It makes me feel like I’m doing the right thing or what anyone would expect of me after all that I’ve faced, but at what cost? What more damage have I done and not realized?

It’s all sweet until it hits back at me, and thankfully, I know better than to think that darkness is the path to healing me.

Anyway, thinking of where I am, I look around to see a grumpy shape, and then my eyes pop out of their soc