Candle's Flame
A/N: I haven't written a fanfiction in a while! Not much to say really, But please read!
Prelude
When I was little, my grandpa told me never to play with fire. He said that the closer you got, the more it will hurt. But for some reason, I never believed him. How could something so beautiful hurt you?
I now sit in my room at Alice Academy. Empty halawon boxes scatter across my floor along with unfinished homework and letters to Grandpa. I had a candle lit next to me, strawberry scented I believe. It's flame flickered and melted wax drepped down the side of it. I put down the book I was attempting to study from and watched it, flames dancing and glowing, lightening the small area around it.
Such a bright light.
Such a beautiful light.
"Grandpa! It hurts!" I cried, my hand currently being held under running cold water.
"What'd I tell you about playing with fire? You'll burn yourself!" Grandpa scolded me. He removed my hand from under the running water. The skin was still a dark pink color, but it was hard and callosed now. Grandpa wrapped a bandage around it.
"Now don't do that again, okay?" Grandpa told.
"But it was pretty Grandpa!" I squeled,"It looked so kind from here."
Now looking at that candle, I had to wonder.
What if I hurt fire?
I blew out the candle.
I promise there will be a point so please keep reading and respond!(The next chapter will be longer too!)