I want to thank everyone for their reviews and support. I hope you enjoy this story too. I'm not sure if I will continue this, but we shall see.
-Ris
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.
With all the strength of a raging fire
She was fire, passion, burning bright in the beginning. Her dreams were like a shooting star, but she was the sun with unbound opportunities. Her fire was her spark it blazed endlessly with no chance of being snuffed out. Everyone could see it in her eyes that her spark was powerful. Her passion and dreams were being fed from that fire. She sparked ans sizzled and burned her way through life. She was a raging inferno casting her light to those around her, and like moths to the flame they followed.
Fire
Love should have been an incinerator, kindling, to help fuel her fire. Love should be a way for her to grow. For the fire inside of her to increase and allow her light to be cast further to those around her. Love shouldn't contain her spark. Love shouldn't decrease her light. Love should be the oxygen it needs to fan the flames, not the breath of life that snuffs it out like an easily forgettable candle on a birthday cake. So love dims her fire, and continues to dim. With every look, every smile, every touch that doesn't belong to her the fire is being smothered. With every dismissal, every hand holding her back, every joke at her expense she is being snuffed out. Her light was being killed, it withdrew from being cast around her, and shrunk to protect itself. It slunk back within her to be protected. Love should have protected her light. It didn't. He didn't. For a time, in the beginning, it helped her grow. Looks, smiles, touches, and words that were for her helped the flames burn purer. As time went on the flames were doused and cast aside for starlight and daydreams.
Ice
As the flames shrunk her insides grew colder and colder. The ice slunk in and spread. The light in her eye dimmed and in its place was an icy block that blocked others from seeing the tiniest spark that remained to be protected. Instead of the fire she used to breathe out it is now frost. Frost spreads through her veins. She isn't cold because the ice has frozen her and she is numb. There is a bite to her now. A chilled bite to her words and actions. Instead of lighting up the way for others she is frigid, and leaves them looking for an alternative path. She is called an ice queen, but what others don't realize is that she was a queen to begin with. They just forgot. They forgot how she was before. Warmer, brighter, a shinning sun with endless opportunities. Now the sun is gone, leaving a cold barren galaxy in its wake.
Ice so cold it burns.
I hope you enjoyed. I wasn't sure where this was going, but please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!
-Ris
