*Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Everwood characters.*
*Hi guys! This is just a little one-shot Ephram/Amy fanfic from Ephram's POV, then just me thinking at the end. I know it is very short, but I hope you like it! The whole thing is kind of a metaphor. The quote is from the song "Scary" by The Movielife. I just felt like adding it. Reviews are much appreciated! XOXO*
~midtowngirl89
Fire begins with a spark. Her kiss ignites my body. Her stare send my heart into flames. Fireworks of red and orange surround her. Her touch burns my skin.
Fuel keeps the fire lit. My feelings burst inside my chest. Heat flickers throughout my face when we talk. She says to not let her interfere with Madison and I. Sorrow rises in my throat. I bury it in Madison's warmth.
Water puts out the fire. Her tears douse the inferno. The ashes of what her life use to be lay still on the ground. "I'm choking on the ashes of my soul, or what's left, you sure did the trick."
Fire's opposition: ice. Her depression send chills down my spine. My kind words melt her heart. Her cold attitude pushes me away. Her smile freezes time.
It is a constant battle between fire and ice. Fire is passion, it brings comfort. Fire is also pain, suffering. It is started with good intentions, but can grow to be out of control. Ice numbs the pain. The cold gives an initial rush, then makes you tingle until you feel nothing at all. Back to fire it is. It seems that they work together, fire and ice. Fire hurts, ice heals. Or does ice hurt and fire heal? They need each other, really. I guess they are more alike than we thought.
*If you want to know what I think (which you probably don't lol), I think Ephram is fire and Amy is ice. What do you think? Review please!!*