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 What’s Left of Us

Genre: Teen / Dark Romance / Urban Fantasy
Tone: Sinful, emotional, mysterious
Author: Deemat




Synopsis

One year ago, a party went up in flames — literally. Three people died, and seventeen-year-old Aria Hale has carried the blame ever since.
They call her Fire Girl. The cursed one. The reason Ridgeview High still smells like smoke.

But Aria remembers something no one else does — a whisper in the fire, a presence that called her name. A Watcher.
She escaped that night with only a scar and nightmares that burn, but lately, the fire seems to follow her — lights flicker when she’s angry, heat rises when she cries.

And then Eli Ward comes back.
Her former crush. The boy who lost his sister in the fire. The boy whose name she still dreams about.

Everyone expects Eli to hate her.
But he doesn’t. He can’t. Because Eli remembers something too — a shadow in the flames, a voice that offered him a choice. A deal he never should’ve made.
Someone died by his hands that night, and he’s been burning for it ever since.

When Aria and Eli cross paths again, the air between them crackles. Their connection is dangerous, magnetic — and not entirely human.
Because the Watcher is still watching. Still hungry. Still waiting to finish what the fire started.

> "The night the fire took everything, I thought it ended us. But maybe it just began something else — something we were never meant to survive."






Themes & Vibe

Forbidden attraction between guilt and redemption

The supernatural as a metaphor for grief and desire

Secrets that burn hotter than the truth

Sin, forgiveness, and the thin line between love and destruction

🔥 CHAPTER FIVE — "The Night the Song Woke" 🎶


Eli Ward leaned against the hallway wall, hood half-up, pretending to be drunk enough to belong.


Someone had said the Hale family kept an old hymnbook hidden under the floorboards—a cursed melody that burned anyone who sang it.


The words floated out of the back room, soft and sweet, like a woman humming to herself.


Dozens of them, flickering in a circle around the old piano.


Her fingers hovered above the keys, eyes half-closed, lips moving to that same ghostly tune.


"I don't know," she whispered. "I just… heard it. It told me to play."


The air shimmered—heat without flame.


Every candle leaned toward her like it was listening.


🎶 Whisper the names the ashes claim…


Her voice deepened; the notes vibrated in his bones.


The piano keys pressed themselves down, even when her hands lifted.


Eli grabbed her shoulders, shaking her.


The last thing he saw was her face, eyes glowing amber in the candlelight.


Fire, crawling up the curtains like it had been waiting for a cue.


He tried to drag her back, but the smoke swallowed them both.


And somewhere inside the chaos, a woman's laugh—low, satisfied—whispered through the flames:


> "Thank you, boy. Every song needs a spark."


🎶 Sing, Fire Girl… sing me to ashes.


When Eli woke again, the fire was gone.


Chapter 5 - Chapter 5