Fire

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"I'm fire, you're water, we can't be together."

"Yes we can! We'll find a way fire!"

"No, we can't water! Don't you see! We're opposites. Never meant to be together."

"But-"

"No buts, water. Goodbye."

I cried as I sat atop my candle, clutching the now burning photo close to my chest. my tears as orange as a sunset fell onto the paper setting it on fire even faster. I missed him. His beautiful laugh, his shining smile, everything. I wished I could see him, give him a hug and tell him everything was going to be okay. Finally, the photo burned, becoming ash on my fingertips.

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