his eyes were on fire.
well, not necessarily, but they held this fire.
it reminded me of a persistent flame; always ready to set anything blaze.
her eyes were freezing.
well, not that they could.
but they looked like a snowstorm trapped in her eyes.
it reminded me of a flurry day; ready to blind anyone by its cold beauty.
then their eyes met, and i saw something extravagant.
i expected a war; a battle, perhaps.
but what i saw was rather absurd.
they controlled each other.
his outrageous flames were put out by her receding temperature.
his warm touch heated her coldest ice.
her breeze of snowflakes calmed his blasting sparks.
his heat evaporated her iceberg of worry.
but they knew a horrible truth, despite these things.
they were also killing each other.
and they didn't know how to stop.
