Sinners ConsumedMy world is on fire, and Im obsessed with the girl who lit the match. Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise. My gentlemanly facade is nothing but a memory. My sins are seeping through my shirt like ink. I tried to leave her. Couldnt do it. I tried to snuff the life out of her. Couldnt do that, either. So well slow dance in the flames until Im nothing but ash and embers. Ill only rise like a phoenix when shes