Screams. Smoke. Ash. Death. This is what fire was to him. Ever since the fire had destroyed is village when Garret was younger, he had seen fire as dangerous, as a vile and evil abomination. That was, until he met Ember.
After meeting her, Garret learned to see fire differently. He began to view it as beautiful, and mysterious. That is, until Ember was consumed by the fire she so dearly loved. It was ironic, really the fact that something she had loved and admired so dearly had ended up killing her.
Once Ember had died, Garret went back to seeing fire as the enemy. He went as far as to avoid it at all costs. Every glowing ember would remind him of her, and it hurt so much. Fire had torn apart everything that was good in Garret's life, but despite all of that, one bitter winter night, Garret found himself staring into the flickering orange-red tongues that were dancing their methodical dance in his fireplace.
As the flames flickered, and cast shadows on the walls, Garret finally realized that maybe there still was a beauty in fire that he had never seen before, and though fire was deadly it still could be beautiful. It was though fire that Garret finally understood how most things in life are not black or white, but an ashy shade of grey.
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One Word Short Stories
Random~ I take a word, I write a story using that word. ~ Feel free to give suggestions of words you would like me to use and I'll do my best to write them ~ Some may not be very good but I hope you still enjoy ~ my friend @saltyscorpio13 did something...
