Firey🔥

11:47 Of nigth. You walked into a bar, nothing special — low lights, quiet music, half-empty stools. Then I noticed him sitting at the counter. A literal flame. Firey was there, staring into a glass he couldn’t even drink from, tapping the bar nervously like he was waiting for something — or someone. I sat next to him. “Rough day?” I asked. He looked over and shrugged. “Kinda. Ever feel like you try really hard to do the right thing… and still mess it up?” Yeah. I knew that feeling. We talked about random stuff — competitions, friends, regrets, dumb decisions you replay at 3 a.m. He laughed easy, but there was that quiet sadness underneath, like he cared more than he let on. Before I left, he said, “Hey… thanks for listening.” And honestly? That flame wasn’t loud or epic or dramatic. Just… human. 🔥🙂