Fire always reminded me of eternity. Not that I know what eternity is.
Deep and yawning, hungry but contented. A soul in constant flux but a warmth of perpetual rest.
The burning building around me screamed of eternity, and something in me called back. Something base and primal, yearning for a way beyond. Beyond what, I couldn't say. But it was pure and simple and the ash around me felt like a comfortable coat.
But the charred corpse of the little boy I failed to save tore that simplicity away. The base in me yearned for him, not for it.
A/N: 100 word drabble. Not really sure the context and I wrote it in about five minutes. Take it for what it is.
As usual with this story, it's a companion piece to my main story Arcane Effect: Life is Hard. If you like what you see here, feel free to check that out.
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And as always,
Thanks for Reading!
~ThatBlueScreenGuy
