I watched this city burn. I watched each citizen go up in flames. It's still burning. A new person devoured by the ravenous fire every minute. I've been burned. He's been burned. We've been burned by each other. Each burn scarring over, never fully healing. Never forgotten. I love it. The pain. The sensation. The feeling. The feeling that I can never get from anyone else, only him. A frenzied passion shared between the both of us. My thoughts disappear, blown away like ashes from a fire in the wind. Creating an escape from the confines of my own mind. Bodies grapple, mouths clash, hands roam, all with a violent ferocity that only we can muster. I could feel him everywhere, my body, my soul, my thoughts . He left his marks in cuts and bruises, only to be remade when they fade. To him, I have, and will, do the same. We have claimed each other. He is mine, I am his. We are one. There cannot be one without the other. Is this love? Hate? I don't know. But I need him. I am incomplete without that pain, without that feeling. When he is gone, I break, it's impossible to function without his driving energy. He is the oxygen to my flame. The only thing keeping my dull light flickering and sputtering to life. We are unable to coexist without sparks between us. That voice, like smoke from his cigarette, whispering broken promised and halfhearted lies. It dissipates into the wind, as does he. His figure fading after each encounter, only to be burned into my memory each time. A scalding iron to my brain. I am afraid. I'm afraid that this burning passion we share will burn out, smothered by its own heat. Our fire will die, and so will we. So, I hide. I hide myself in the darkest place I can find. So only when our flames grow their brightest will I be revealed. Only when we burn together will I emerge from that dark place. So burn me down, Shizu-chan. Let. It. Burn.