Fire is a force that evokes fear and panic in us.
It's all around us, in our eyes, mouths, and every crevice we can imagine.
But when I speak of fire, I am referring to you, the wrath that everyone warned me about, but I couldn't help but be drawn to.
You were the chaos that consumed everything in its path, while my flames were a sickly warmth that people found comfort in.
But in the end, both our fires will burn out, and the world will end in flames.
Trigger warning: This is not a love story at all.
It is a story of loss and heartache, of shattered dreams and broken promises. It is a journey through the depths of pain, a quest to find meaning in a world that seems cruel and unforgiving. But even in the darkness, there is a glimmer of hope, a spark of resilience that refuses to be extinguished. For though this is not a love story, it is a story of love in its purest form - the love that endures even in the face of adversity, that shines bright even in the darkest of nights.
