The sun was warm and made for a stunning setting. Life couldn't get much better. He was healing, slowly. The hurt all gone. What he didn't realise was how fast the storm clouds could return and ruin everything. A fire out of control. An enormous blaze instead of the candle. And he couldn't stop it. He wasn't even sure if he'd started it. But all storms must end eventually. How many of those nights he had to wait he didn't know.
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