The story of Natasha

So... I wrote a two-part short-ish story based on a dream I had.

Her game is a story of Natasha.
His dream is the story of Raphael because at some point Natasha's story can't be told by her anymore.

This is a story about what we want to take from the past and if it's better to let the past stay in the past. It's a story about love and how fragile it is. It's a story about unexplainable lust and assassins, of loneliness and going to the extreme.

It's the story of a caramel haired girl named Natasha.
Who walked into the fire.