They once burned - wildly, fearlessly, pouring every last piece of themselves into love. Their bond was both altar and sacrifice. But fire, when restless, turns to hunger. Touch became pain. Words - poison. Eyes - avoidance. Everything that once saved them began to destroy them.
Now they float not held by love, but by the memory of it. Nothing left to say. No forgiveness left to offer. Just silence stretched thin between the screams. Just ashes etched into skin.
