When love burns

Phoenix

eteen y

s. He supised me by revealing he wanted to be a musician like me. I realized that I had fallen in love with him, but I didn't know how to tell him, since he had a girlfrien

ax. I lay down on the bed and close my eyes, she tried to suffocate me with a pillow. I pushed her off struggling to breathe. I

ll make your death quick" she sneered, lickin

h to wrestle the dagger from her grasp and pushed her forcefully. She fell, hitting her he

everyone that it was self-defense. Josh

ing she was dead. "Nina, what the fuck have you done?!" He sl

dn't mean to do that..she ...

hua's grip on my neck

a!" I coughed, my

when everyone arrived, thinking I was a murderer. Even my own

no. He called me down stairs to eat dinner, because he knew that I might be very hungry. In jail we didn't get to enjoy f

.. this is so good,

forgot that today is your birthday. Hap

ut me, so let's forget to about it, and

e a surprise for you

?!" I

. When I opened them, I saw a new guitar b

tar with excitement, music being my passion. I wished I

our music career or go back to school?" He asked and my mouth dropped open in suprise, I didn't want my dad's help, he hate me, why will he help me again. I j

. Need some time to

e to visit me during visit day in jail. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve him, I'm a murderer. As I strummed the guitar again, memories flood

ings. Could I really go back to music after everyth

" He asked, I looked up

usic. But for now my guitar and I became best buddies. I went to my room the guitar still resounating in my mind. I lay on my bed, starring

ill a part of me. Maybe, just maybe, I could find my

d began to strum, the chords echoing through my room. The music was rusty at first, but

ris knocked on my door, "Phoenix, you're amazin

I thought, music could be my redemption, my way to m

Christian said sh

"I know you're just joking, right?" B

enix. He wants

motions as I came downstairs t

id, his voice filled with em

napped, my anger a

me in jail, not even once during visiting h

ined, his eyes fi

alize now that I should have believed

h," my dad continued, his voice cracking. "But I understand now that you

rled inside me. Anger, hurt, betrayal, but also

, my voice barely above a whisper.

ur forgiveness, but I hope that one day yo

on't we all sit down and talk about this? There's a lot of hurt

is, I'm out of this game" I said

t won't take long" he

ing a long and difficult conversation that wo