A/N: I got the idea for this as I watched candles burning on Chanukah. Dark Willow's POV. It became the pathetically tiny dabble it is. Thank you, Michelle, for beta'ing. Please review this, and thank you to everyone who reviews my other one-shots.
Fire:
Fire can burn away everything in its path, leaving only ashes to remind you of what was. Fire can also pass through you and leave you standing in the charred but recognizable remains of your life. That's how it was with me.
That bullet ripped through my world and threw me into a realm of blackened replicas of all the things I knew.
Fire takes time to destroy. I lost everything in one moment. All the suffering heaped upon me only heightened by her last words, "Your shirt." They weren't about her. It was never about Tara in Tara's world. Always me. I didn't tell her enough, that she was my world, too.
Fire burns and singes and annihilates. It leaves ashes where there used to be happiness. I was attacked by the kind of fire that turns everything to blood. That sort of fire whose survivors die in the hospital from third-degree burns all over their bodies.
I'm a survivor now. But I got burned on the inside. The inside of me is as charred and blacked as my world is. I have one thing on my mind, one purpose left to live for. I'm going to kill Warren.
Things like fire took everything from me. It's my turn to be fire.
A/N: Thoughts are like precious gems to me. Mayhap you could spare yours on this story?