That was the bang . Not a gunshot—though that would come later. No, this bang was the sound of two damaged frequencies finally finding a harmonic. The shockwave of a collision that was always meant to happen. Her laugh cracked the silence. His smile lit a fuse neither of them knew was there.
But fire doesn't negotiate. It consumes. bella spark bang and burn
The sirens wailed in the distance—for them, or for someone else, it didn't matter. She lit a cigarette, and in the flare of the lighter, he saw it: the truth he’d been dodging. She wasn't his to save. She was the lesson. That was the bang
"Only if you plan to set it on fire," she replied. The shockwave of a collision that was always meant to happen
"Don't," he said.
Eddie stood there alone, the taste of smoke and her name on his tongue. The room behind him was already growing cold. But his chest—his chest was still on fire.
She kissed him once. Hard. A goodbye made of teeth and heat.