He jerked away, voice rising. "Don't start?! YOU started it! Running away! Calling my sister! Telling the police?! And still... still, I tried. I forgave. I brought you dinner, made you dance... and you still look at me like I'm a monster." "You're scaring me..." "Oh, am I?" His voice dropped to a mock-sweet tone. "Then maybe I should give you something real to fear." Before she could react, he shoved her back hard. She stumbled and hit the floor. He pulled out a silver lighter from his pocket, flicked it open with a metallic click, and tossed it to the carpet. "You don't want to be mine? Fine. Then you don't get to live at all." He turned and walked out as smoke curled around the room, leaving her screaming. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!" No one came. She coughed violently, trying to see through the thick smoke. . . . She prayed without words, loved without hope, and survived without strength... until destiny sent her a miracle disguised as a man. Some prayers aren't spoken out loud - they're whispered by a broken heart. She was fragile, lost between the weight of her fears and the silence of her dreams. He was the unexpected answer, the second chance she never dared to hope for. This is a story of healing, of finding strength in love, and of a heart that still believes... even after it's been shattered. Because sometimes, the prayers we send from the deepest corners of our soul... are the ones that find their way home.