Slowly they danced through the rain of fire, droplets landing beneath the soles of their dancing shoes. She let the fire slowly consume her from the heels, her just twirling her around trying to see gold through the tips of the flames.
But as the kept on their waltz, the fire eventually reached her fingertips, singing her softly as she tried to grip her hand through the rain. As the fire started to burn a bit more, she let go of her hand, watching her spin around within the storm. As she watched, the amazement slowly slipped from her gaze.
She looked at her burnt fingers and looked back up at her, hate starting to consume where the fire should've been. Inside, the feelings she thought she had started to burn within the fire she started to feed with her own self-realizations.
Watching the fire slowly burn off her skin, the sky seemed to split in half, rain filling her side, but the fire still drowning her out on her end. She wanted to reach her hand out, but the more she watched the fire, the more she started backing away. What she thought was a bittersweet end was nothing but a hateful realization.
She walked off, the rain trilling onto her side and extinguishing the fire, leaving her a scorched husk of who she once was. She watched her walk off, nothing but the hateful steps she left away.
In that path, laid fire.
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