It happened. I was there. The fire ignited and it was… deadly.

The burns that come after are healing. It’ll take time, but they’re healing.

We chased it. We wanted to feel it. We ignited it.

When a fire burns, it needs oxygen.

I needed oxygen months ago. My lungs had been emptied filling yours.

That oxygen I took, extinguished our flame.

Embers are black, nothing but cold coals are left.

My soul is bandaged. Third degree burns are no joke.

They’ll heal.

Till then, I’m going to tuck it away from harm. No one needs to see it like this.