She was a dying ember
She was a flame about to burn out
She was taking her last breath in the darkness of her world
He was her saviour
He told her she was special
He whispered sweet nothings into her ear
He assured her that she was a somebody
She needed help
She knew it and felt it
She was dissociating from her reality
She was broken
He was there
He had his own problems too
He loved her so
He took his bad and her bad
He made them good
She was a dying ember
He was the oxygen she needed
She was the excitement he needed
He became her saving grace
