The heat started strong, sparks flew everywhere. It was like hot iron, full of energy but neither one dared to touch it. As it cools down into a warmer glow, we bathed in the gentle light that lit our dark hours. It warm and gentle and comfortable and we enjoyed every single moment of it.

But the hammer struck. And it struck again. And again. And it was suddenly shoved into cold waters. The steam sizzled through the air, and I waited with baited breath for the haze to clear.

The fire is gone. All that’s left is a cold menacing dagger,… that’s slowly tearing it’s way through my soul. I closed my eyes to deny myself the sight of the person holding that dagger. I hope it’s not you.