The Essence of the Flame

As I danced and glided accross the room with him, I felt like I was floating on the clouds and he was my angel.

But the problem with being so happy is that from there it can only get worse.

I came crashing down to earth, back to reality.

Back to the shadows, the paranoia and the growing darkness.

Back to life as I know it and back to the monster standing before my eyes.

(Be warned. This story does have a lot of scenes people could find sad or depressing).