💔 Killing Love By Echo Wren

Date: April 2025

Some love stories begin with sparks.

This one began with fire — and ended in smoke.

🖤 Chapter I: The Collision

They didn’t meet. They collided.

Like two comets flung from opposite corners of the universe, fated to crash — not to orbit.

She was all pulse and poetry,

He was all silence and storm.

Together, they created something too fierce to be held in human hands.

It wasn’t love. Not really.

It was obsession, disguised in romance.

Need, wearing the mask of forever.

🕯️ Chapter II: The Burn

At first, it was perfect.

The kind of connection people write songs about — the ones that never end well.

Mornings tasted like magic.

Nights were endless.

But slowly…

Softness turned to suspicion.

Kisses turned to questions.

Touch turned to territory.

They weren’t loving each other anymore.

They were surviving each other.

He began to disappear behind his eyes.

She began to smile with lips that didn’t move her heart.

Love didn’t die in a fight.

It died in the quiet.

One breath at a time.

⚰️ Chapter III: The Kill

No one cheated.

No one screamed.

No one left.

Instead, one night, they just… stopped.

Stopped pretending.

Stopped fixing.

Stopped hoping.

They buried the love without ceremony.

Without blame.

Without closure.

They looked at each other — not with anger,

But with the tenderness you offer a dying bird.

They let it go.

Because keeping it would’ve destroyed what was left of them.

🌫️ Chapter IV: What Remains

Now they live like parallel lines —

Close, but never touching.

Sometimes, late at night, she wonders if it could’ve worked.

Sometimes, in his dreams, she still laughs the way she used to.

But they both know:

Some love isn’t meant to grow. It’s meant to burn.

And this love?

This was never a forever.

It was a lesson wrapped in beauty.

A wildfire — destined to consume, never to keep