My burning love
Prologue
If I burn …
Would come with me?
Even if you were turned to ashes in the process.
Because… I love you for following me.
But I hate myself for being that ever-lasting…
Demon.
1# My Blush Burns.
You were the first person to actually look me in the eyes. My strange red eyes. They said no color contacts, I wore none. They said all skirts below your knees, I wear mine a long way above. They said no unnatural colored hair, mine was natural… for me. Breaking almost every rule, yet no one dared to look me straight in the eyes, and no one dared to tell me I was wrong. Nobody looked only stared, until you. You stood with an ice white smile and your pure silver hair. Your breath like ice, cooled down the inferno inside me. For when I blushed at the sight of you it burned my skin, because you had managed to cool me down.
As you pasted by I felt as if I had been put out, by the coolness of your heart. But I'm off my track I need to set things straight. The last time I fell in love ended to death for both of us. The last thing I need to do is fall in love again. I came to escape the depths of the hells I live in and through. Me and my super- short red skirt and all –over –the-place red hair. To my blood red tank-top and black high-tops. I wasn't turning, going, leading, or following that road.