Phil was once a scientist who created a potion to make humans immortal. He tested it on himself and his boyfriend, Dan. However, the drink had some... side effects.
We used to be friends, you know? Sometimes even more than that. We used to love each other, but now he doesn't seem to love me anymore. Why is that, you ask? Because we changed.
He used to be a scientist, and a pretty good one too. He'd come home and tell me all about kinds of chemical mixtures and potions with the weirdest names. I just loved how passionate he was. His big dream was to create something that would make us immortal. I guess he just never wanted us to seperate. One day, he told me he thought he had finally found the right formula. It had been tested on rats, and it had worked. The animals could no longer die. So, one day, he took me to the lab and we both drank it.
We drank it because we were young and stupid and in love, because we thought we would be immortal and live together forever. Apparently, we were wrong. The potion had... side effects. Powers. Gifts, to some. I don't see it as a gift. I can summon fire, he controls ice. Opposits.
Enemies.
Do you know how it feels when the blood in your veins get replaced by burning fire? How heat flows through your body, flames bursting out of your hands, uncontrolable. Do you know how it feels to see the ice in his blue eyes, to see his skin cool down, ice crystals forming on his lips, and all you can think of is his beauty, his inhuman gaze, and to know that he's changed? Phil's passion and laughter dissapeared. He turned his back on me, wanting to do "greater things" with his powers. He left me, and the fire transformed my love for him into a burning obsession. I can control the flames now, most of the time. But sometimes... I don't want to control it.
My fingers are glowing, radiating heat while red flames dance over my skin. I focus on my anger, send the fire away to consume the wooden house in front of me. I hear the people screaming, but I don't care about them. I only care about the fact that Phil is going to save them, and I'll see him again. Finally. People see me as the badguy, as someone evil. They're scared of me. I don't want to hurt them, you know. All I want is Phil. I want him to love me again, to kiss me and touch me and hug me and comfort me. He doesn't understand it. He saves the world, I destroy it. That's how this works. I don't even want that. I only want Phil in my arms.
And there he is. All serious, concentrated on the fire while he opens his hands and freezes the flames. They don't hold it for long, but he just needs a little bit of time to get the people out. I watch him, closely, yet way to far away from him. He's so beautiful. His dark fringe, cold, everlasting blue eyes, his pale snowwhite skin, his lips, gosh his lips, I could write a whole book about that mouth. His chin, cheekbones, his neck, those pretty collarbones that always turn me on. The black sweater that hides his beautiful chest, the fragile skin I once stroke so lovingly. I want to go back to that time so badly.
The people inside are escaping the building. Phil's job is nearly done. I don't know what he does when he's alone. Does he still watch the series we watched together? Does he think about me sometimes? I wonder if his tears freeze when he cries.
Suddenly, our eyes meet. His cold blue eyes stare directly into mine. I feel my heart pounding again, my cheeks flustered red, my lips fold in a smile. I don't smile a lot these days. He moves towards me, comes closer, and I feel happier with every step he takes. He holds still one step from me. "Why are you doing this?" His voice is different that I remember, less soft and innocent. I never want him to stop talking. "It's all for you, Phil", I answer. "You can save them, and I can see you again." He looks dissapointed. Angry, maybe. He doesn't understand my passion. He will, one day. "You know it's over between us, huh?" I breath a laugh. "I never wanted it to be over." I lift my hand, but he steps back, and my fingers touch nothing but cold air. "Stop all of this. Stop hurting people." I tilt my head a little, furrow my eyebrows. "I don't want to hurt those people, Phil. All I want is you." He shakes his head. I just want to touch him again. "Phil..." He looks up, and before he knows what's happening I've stepped forward , put my warm hand on his ice cheek and pressed my lips against his. It feels like I'm exploding on the inside. Finally. He's as still as an ice sculpture, but I don't care. I finally get to touch him again. It feels so good. Until he steps back, anger in his eyes. "Leave me alone, Dan." And then he's gone, leaving my heart to be consumed by the unforgiving flames.
