Disclaimer: Aro and Jane are not mine! Now leave me alone(sulks and goes to a small, dark corner of the room).
I thought I'd write some real drabbles... And since I am not much of a plot writter, this suits me better. :)
Fire, of all the things fire scares me the most. And it's not because it is the only thing that can destroy me. It's not even because I nearly died swallowed by flames centuries ago.
No! Fire scares because of the magic pull it has upon me. I fear I may willingly step into the dancing flames one day…
Silly, I think!
I would never do such thing. Why would I?
After all, I fear fire. I hate fire. But I am fire.
And I am constantly and furiously burning. I'm burning when my mind burns others, when I am angry, when I am happy, when I am sad, when I see him, when he touches me…
Burning is somewhat beautiful if you look at it. There are even different flames for all I am…the deep red flames for my love, yellow ones for my anger and jealousy, the darker smoky ones for my pain, and the others', the violet for death…
And I am burning, each moment, each time a different color, each time more intensely and fire is so wild and consuming. And no matter how you look at it, one day there will only be ashes.