Melting Fire by Excelsior_11

Piece No.1

When their two worlds collided, an explosion detonated their hearts. 

Contrasted as hot and cold, tangled together the perfect temperature. 

He prided himself on courage, honour and protecting the innocent - She was just proud for survival.  They hurt like salt on an open wound, yet, they cleansed each others minds, numbing the sting.  The honest to each others dishonesty they found comfort in each others dark, opening the door and swapping flashlights illuminating the others flaws and loving them more for it. 

He wore his heart on his sleeve, she built penetrable false fortresses around hers.  His eyes spoke of good, safe and right yet they danced a smile before his mouth even hinted at movement.  Her eyes were blue but fierce, like water set on fire.

Inside, their souls were the same, hence why age did not matter.  His soul was cheeky and boyishly young, hers was an old soul not by choice but forced to be, as naivety never served her well.  Talking was more than speaking, they learnt each minor detail, absorbing the knowledge of the other as the sun soaks up pools of water.

The notes that danced on their tongues as they paused to utter those three words from their hearts were sung in beautiful tunes by birds no one knew existed. 

They fell like last leaves on almost naked autumn trees.  Unlike the leaf they could not be raked in, pulled into a neat pile.  No, rather, if the wind was the final breath of love, they stirred up a whirlwind of emotional havoc inside of one another.

It was as though they defied some kind of law of nature taking each other by complete surprise.  Him, a duck on a pond, calm composure on the surface, above almost serene.

Her, a trembling, masked indecisive woman.  He spoke his mind in articulated ramblings.  She battled her bottled words inside, biting her tongue yet when she finally spoke, control was lost and she didn't know how to filter her thoughts and her feeling, it would all come gushing out an erupting volcano of speech, words tripping over one another on her tongue.  

Any other would be deterred and look at her in surprise guessing perhaps she was crazy.  Not him.  He would maintain poker faced expression whilst mentally sorting and sifting through each word she spoke.  He deciphered her.  What she thought was a maze she was projecting, he saw only a straight line. 

He knew her better than she knew herself.