She is ablaze. Not with fire, but with pain. The spark of a thousand emotions radiate through her skin, searing her alive. As much as she would like to be innocent, she knows that she is far from that. This pain. . . was it enough? She reaches for the rock again, needing it like she needs him. . . the thistle. For a moment, there's only one light shining upon her, the light of him. She feels it so acutely that it's almost difficult to comprehend. Such a burning sensation needs to be eradicated. . . But again, that fire doesn't stop. It consumes her, reminding her of the heart that she recklessly gave and the needles throbbing in its wake. There will never be anything but fire, it reminds her, and even that is nothing compared to him.