Life is Short. So is this book

#8

The blaze in his eyes, ignited a fire in my heart. Every moment of his presence made that fire burn stronger and brighter. The spark of his touch, the warmth of his words made the fire blaze. It was so strong that the reflection of that fire could be seen in his eyes every time I looked at him. And then, eventually, the fire became stronger than me, stronger than my virtues, stronger than everything. It didn't take long for that fire to begin burning my insides slowly. I couldn't really even point out when it burnt my entire soul.

Now, all I have are the remains of that fire, the ashes. The black ashes in place of a red and beating heart.

And now, black is my favourite colour. It is his last memory to me, his last gesture of love.

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Written by AnAspiringSoul

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