She was a dull ember at the edge of a bright burning flame. Ready to ignite at any second. He was that flame, always pushing her to the max. Their love burned brighter than any possible flame. Not even the entire
Ocean could've quenched it. He took her places she thought she'd never go. He created a raging flame from an extinguished ember. He brought her back to life, and was in fact her reason to live. He gave her the gift of laughter, a sound she thought she would never again vocalize, and smiles, an emotional visualization in which her muscles had forgotten how to make. He was her support beam, her flame, her light. And without the darkness, she would have never found her light. Without the cold
Moments, she would have no reason for a flame. He was now her reason for anything and everything. If she were to lose him, she would be losing majority of what little heart she has left.
