Disclaimer:I don't claim to own any rights to anything Star Trek. Just writing a story.
A/N: This is a short story I wrote in Spanish class today. That's where the title came from. Actually I'm not sure if it's grammatically correct, so if you know Spanish and I'm wrong, PLEASE, let me know. The literal translation should be the burning of the fire. (The fire burns) I was in a rather bad mood when I wrote this but today I'm happy =) yayness! But I'm thinking of continuing, I don't' know for sure. Anyway...If you could review when you're done and let me know what you think I'd really appreciate it! Thanx.
The world is on fire, debris is falling from the sky. The wild vibrant orange and red flames dance all around me. I'm running frantically in search of something. . .
Or someone.
I'm wet with perspiration. My legs ache and my heart is pounding. My head feels as if it will explode. I can't catch my breath. My lungs are burning from all of the smoke. I can't escape it. The inferno surrounds me. The searing heat begins to make my mind fuzzy, but it doesn't matter any more. Nothing does. I'm alone. . .
. . .all alone as the fire continues to burn around me. As I wipe the tears from my eyes I start to give in to the heat. I rapidly begin to whisper various prayers as I stand in the middle of the blaze.
As I start to sink to my knees a cool hand slowly entwines itself in my sticky hot one. I stand amazed as this refreshing coolness spreads itself up my arm and through the rest of my body. Curious, I swiftly turn around and come face to face with him. He took my other hand in his and grinned.
Dimples and all.
All of a sudden the fire is not gone, but far far away as we stand together in our own oasis. As he tenderly takes me in his arms and hugs me I am revitalized. The pain, the weariness, the heartache is all gone. I cannot remember the last time I felt so good.
But as I reach up to touch his face he pulls away and whispers, "te amo," and with that he is gone. Vanished completely from the fiery existence I am now consumed in.
For the umpteenth time in months I awaken again from my hazy nightmare. Again, my knowledge of them taking precedence in my thoughts. He is with Seven. And I?
I am alone. . .
Todo solo.
~El fin~