It began with a vibration in my pocket—a ghost of a sound. My phone rang late that night, and when I answered, the silence on the other end was heavier than words.

  Then, I heard the broken voice of my closest friend. He wasn’t just crying; he was mourning a life he hadn’t lost yet.

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  “They locked her away,” he gasped. “Her family built a fortress of pride around her. Guards at every gate, locks on every door. I’m standing outside, but I might as well be on another planet. I’ll never see her again.”

  His love had been imprisoned by walls, by status, and by the cruel rules of a city that didn’t believe in fairy tales.

  And in that moment, a dark clarity washed over me.

  If the world wouldn’t let them meet…

  I would burn the world until the walls fell down.