Eulogy in the Ashes
She thought she needed saving. Fate had other plans.
Aria wasn’t broken. Just buried—beneath years of silence, sacrifice, and a love that never fought for her.
When she falls into the fire, it doesn’t burn her. It awakens something fierce.
Magic. Power. A truth written in her blood.
Desperate to feel something—anything—she searches for love like a lifeline, breaking pieces of her soul along the way. But fate doesn’t reward desperation. It doesn’t chase those who run. It waits. Watching. Smirking.
And when it finds her… it demands a choice.
Will she open herself to something new? Something real? Something terrifying enough to feel like destiny?
Because the ashes aren’t the end. They’re the beginning.
And not all flames are meant to destroy. Some are meant to awaken.
She thought she needed saving. Fate had other plans.
Aria wasn’t broken. Just buried—beneath years of silence, sacrifice, and a love that never fought for her.
When she falls into the fire, it doesn’t burn her. It awakens something fierce.
Magic. Power. A truth written in her blood.
Desperate to feel something—anything—she searches for love like a lifeline, breaking pieces of her soul along the way. But fate doesn’t reward desperation. It doesn’t chase those who run. It waits. Watching. Smirking.
And when it finds her… it demands a choice.
Will she open herself to something new? Something real? Something terrifying enough to feel like destiny?
Because the ashes aren’t the end. They’re the beginning.
And not all flames are meant to destroy. Some are meant to awaken.
She thought she needed saving. Fate had other plans.
Aria wasn’t broken. Just buried—beneath years of silence, sacrifice, and a love that never fought for her.
When she falls into the fire, it doesn’t burn her. It awakens something fierce.
Magic. Power. A truth written in her blood.
Desperate to feel something—anything—she searches for love like a lifeline, breaking pieces of her soul along the way. But fate doesn’t reward desperation. It doesn’t chase those who run. It waits. Watching. Smirking.
And when it finds her… it demands a choice.
Will she open herself to something new? Something real? Something terrifying enough to feel like destiny?
Because the ashes aren’t the end. They’re the beginning.
And not all flames are meant to destroy. Some are meant to awaken.