And then the fire died.

The fire died and all that was left was the adrenaline that saturated their bones. They were embodiments of loneliness and pain as their heart rates slowed and the fire they had become so addicted to disappeared.

the heat inside of their blood evaporated, they now felt the way the world crumbled with every step they took, they now felt the way their chests burned with desperate and falsely justified emotions, and if they had listened hard enough they would have been able to hear the echoes of the little voice in the back of their heads crying out for them to stop, before it had become too late.

But the little cricket that sits in the back of your head and screams at you when you do wrong, he was now tied and ball gagged in the farthest corner your brain possessed.

They looked at each other and saw only themselves reflected in the others appearance. Their eyes read death and their bodies screamed desperation. What was this life that they were living?

Their minds were destroyed by the blazing inferno, forcefully injected into their blood stream. They felt the head and suddenly it was all they ever wanted. But one day they woke up and their picture perfect life wasn't as beautiful as once perceived.

Dark circles littered the underside of their hallow eyes, the ones that used to laugh and dance in the noon day sun. Suicide was written on their skin, dark horrid words that could be read with just a simple glance. "the darkness of one's soul is determined not by trails life has taken them down, but by how they decide to learn from their advent-" they cut themselves off as they read the messages scrawled in invisible black ink, naked in pictures, but not to the mind's eye.

Suddenly their beautiful escape was nothing but a killer drug, willfully shoved into the blood stream at the prospect of a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on.

Their beautiful inferno was snuffed out by the violent waves of reality crashing over them.

And they cried, oh how they cried. Their sobs raked across their bodies in restless shivers and shakes, destroying the little bit of security left in their brittle hearts. They cried alone, desperate to be rid of the presence of the one they had once shared a spark of understanding with, the one that started the fire that destroyed their lives with the flames that consumed them.

They had no more tears left to cry, no more words left to read, and no more fire left to warm up their lives. They were swamped with a hallow feeling that seeped into their bones, the burning ice of loneliness finding its way back home.