Monica's blood was boiling… literally.
Her skin was beginning to heat up and she could feel the gas that was rapidly filling her lungs. If she decides to open her mouth and let that gas hit oxygen, it would catch fire instantly and the man sitting in front of her will become incinerated.
Of course, she wouldn't mind that but there were already enough stories about her breathing fire whenever she was angry circulating. She has been labeled a freak, pyromaniac, a bitch and a couple of other names… she shouldn't add murderer to that list.
She pressed her lights together till they began to hurt and ushered her eyes shut as she took in a deep breath.
'You're a river. You're a flowing river, no one and nothing can stop you. You feel the sunlight on your skin and it makes you happy,' she thought, knowing that was what her best friend would say to her if she was here… her best friend who was currently mad at her.
