Ashes

The snow just gets deeper, as the petals of winter fall lovingly onto the fluffy white grounds of a children's schoolyard. Little girls and young boys swarm around a roasting fire that evening, for a sweet sleepover on Christmas Eve. They're all talking of one man, preferably one boy, his name they forget, but it will eventually sweep back on their minds again, when they're older, when they understand it all. Understand what happened.

The fire grew with locks of blazes, only to soon become ashes and be forgotten amongst our world. The children watched as the flames rushed into the sky together, creating a dangerous, yet beautiful scenery. It was barely dark, though. The snowflakes fell and fell willingly to at least touch the ground, before melting away, in despair of never seeing the world again. Tragically, physically, these little girls and boys would meet the same fate someday, as to never see this familiar world again. They would all die respectively in a unique way, just as every other person would. Just as he did. And just as she did.

No one knew but her friends and the witnesses, as well as who ever would hear when they tell of it. But it was hard to tell them. Tell them the tragic way that someone can just stand there whilst the person you love is forcefully taken life by the person you hate. All you can do is watch it, and eventually replay it in your mind. And all else you can do is feel hurt. Devastated. But these children know nothing of the sort. They know not what true love is, or what true pain is. They only know those as little things, and they barely like either, most of the time. These children don't know the pain. Especially not that of love.

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Deep in thought and really tired. I guess CloudXAerith?