His smile was contagious when it fell on anyone.
His lips would turn down at the edges when they hurt her.
His reputation however was what mattered more than the her. The one who used to have a smile like the colour yellow.
His reputation dragged him away from her.
His eyes however would never stop longing for the smile made of sun rays.
His ears would never stop wishing to hear the laughter that left her mouth like bells.
His nose would always remember the lemon sent that carried her around like a magic carpet.
His mouth would miss replying to her smile filled greetings.
His hands would not forget the tingles that shot up his arm when they brushed hers.
His mind would always have room for her memory, but his life would never have the courage to forget about the poisonous people around him.
His body wouldn't let him leave there venomous teeth that latched onto him.
His actions would never please them enough to let him be happy.
His words would never make them proud of him.
His feet would never move towards her cowering figure.
And if his feet did?
His goal would not be to make her smile again.
His goal would be to tear her down.
Shred by shred.
Little did his poisoned mind know that her whole point to life was gone.
Her remains were shattered enough.
His life goals changed.
His priority was to impress, to fit in.
His past promises to himself were scattered like a deck of cards.
His little flicker of good died.
His whole life changed
His hands provided the matches that burnt her to dust.
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Short StoryHer. They. His. Those. My. They were the people who let it happen. They let her burn. This is a very short story is a combination of 5 short chapters. Thanks for checking it out! (I can't stress the word short enough, it's short ok?) #794 Fire 22/5...