The war was over and the passions it had invoked smoldered out. Though some things, they would never burn down. It was an unlikely pairing. They knew it better than the onlookers. Often they were apart. But every once and awhile, the fire roared and the snake and the lion had to mingle.
Most times, she couldn't tell what hurt more, being with him or being away from him. Either way, she played with fire and he melted out of the ice. No matter how it had sizzled into beginning, there was no denying he was her superman. A stupid muggle idea he would never embrace.
The words spray out like bullets from a semi-automatic, each one burying itself deeper. Did he mean them? He never knew. Did they even hurt her? She could not say.
The tears fell, piercing into his heart like shards of glass. They had grown up fighting this war. And if that's all you know, you can't contemplate living without the fight, the struggle to survive. Even for a burnt and broken thing, she'd never learn you weren't supposed to play with fire. Even with his heart torn apart, he'd never learn you weren't supposed to shatter glass.
Written to the song: I Love The Way You Lie by Rihanna and Eminem
