Igneo (English Version)

Lilith.

Sometimes I dream that I smell smoke.

It's not a normal dream, it's so real that I wake up with my throat burning and my fingers clenching the sheets as if they were flames.

I never tell anyone that I hate lit fireplaces, that a simple candle terrifies me, that when someone lights a bonfire I stare at the fire until my eyes burn.

Because if I stare long enough, I might see what I don't want to remember again.

That night I couldn't move.

I stayed.

And something inside me burned with it.

Elith.

The water is always too cold.

Even in summer, even in the shower, even if it's just ice in a glass, I feel like it's burning me.

I wake up gasping for air, my lips purple and my lungs filled with a lake that no longer exists.

I never mention that I don't swim in pools, that I walk past fountains, that I hate the rain because it sounds just like that night.

That night I sank.

And when they pulled me out, a part of me stayed down there, frozen forever.