Excerpts Of Stories I Could Never Write

The Smoke and Fire

"As the fire surrounds me, I look forward, and then to you, just out of my reach.

I stand there, staring, wondering what I should do. where I should go.

I look beyond the fire and see the water.

What move to I make?

Do I run towards the blaze, or do I run to you, and get engulfed in the flames with you by my side?

Do I run toward safety, or do I burn with you?

My body seems to act before my mind does, and I turn to you, running, but the flame has another fate set for us already. 

The fire spreads, separating us in the field, and you look at me through the smoke, and when I look into your eyes its almost as if I'm hearing your voice. 

You are telling me to let you go. Leave before its too late. Leave before I die holding on to you. Before I kill myself over something I cant control. 

My eyes fill with tears and my lungs are filling with smoke, but I understand. 

I understand that it's for the best, and that if I stay it will hurt more than leaving. But I don't want to hear it. I don't want to listen to you. It's like there's a string holding our souls together, that I cant bear to cut.

You feel it too. I see it in your eyes. the smoke is getting thicker, but I see you tear your eyes from mine, and it's like your cutting the string with a pair of scissors. You turn away from me, and you start walking, your hair blowing in the wind like the fire.

And then I realize the fire is following you. It's following you because you set it. You set the flame because you knew that that's what it was going to take for me to let you go. You knew that was the only way for me to move onto better things.

But the thing was, you never got the chance to know that you were my best thing. You were my love, and you were part of my soul. You were part of my soul, and when you cut that string, you accidentally cut it too close to me, and you took part of my soul with you. You took part of me, and I don't know if I'll ever give it back. 

As you fade away in the distance, so does the light and the warmth of the fire, and I am left in that field alone, and cold, my heart broken, skin burned, and soul empty, void of you."

- Excerpts Of Stories I Could Never Write #22 // And that's when I realized that you were fire, that you cant control, no matter how much you want to