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He burned. He could feel his insides burst aflame.
Burning, burning, burning. Red!
The heat was so intense that his own sweat had completely evaporated.
Burning, burning, burning. Red!
He ran into the shower to try and cool down but the second the water touched his skin, it vanished in torrents of steam.
Burning, burning, burning. Red!
She did this. Her! That witch. No. That sorceress! It was a magic of the worst kind. And as time went by the heat intensified.
Burning, burning, burning. Red!
He was clawing at his own skin. Teeth clenched in agony. Nothing physical could cure his ailment. Only magic could undo magic.
Burning, burning, burning. Red!
He was going to die. Because of the truth he was doomed. Who'd have thought that those two words would condemn him to this torture.
Burning, burning, burning. Red!
Her. Rinoa, his raven-haired angel. The one he'd never loved. His heart had always belonged to another- the girl in the pink dress.
Burning, burning, burning. Red!
"It's over!" That's all he said. Can't she understand that to be untrue to oneself is to be as good as dead.
Burning, burning, burning. Red!
He convulsed violently, body spasm-ing out of control.
Burning, burning-
Was he going to die? Was this her plan all along?
Burning…… - Cool!
He could feel something pressed against his forehead, leaching out all the heat.
Cool!
Eyes fluttering open, he saw her. She sat beside him, hand on his forehead, brows furrowed in concentration as she drew out the last vestiges of the spell
Cool!
His saviour. The girl in the pink dress.
He smiled up at her, her name on his lips, as he slipped into the comfortable blackness.
"Aerith!"
A/N: So what do ya think? I've wanted to write this for quite some time but couldn't end it properly- I think this ending is okay so I hope you like it. I know I didn't mention the male's name but you should be able to guess... right?
Well, reviews will be deemly appreciated! Thanks and sayonara for now :w:
BM16
