Flame and Gasoline
by Krisleigh Cronkhite
I don't own it, you know it. You also know I'm not stupid enough to say I do, so move on.
He was flame as she was gasoline. They tried not to get too close, but he ultimately consumed her.
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Prologue
They tried the friend thing, over and over again. They tried the apart thing and the hate thing and the thing where they e-mailed once a week.
In the end though, he was flame and she was gasoline. They tried not to get too close, but he ultimately consumed her.
It wasn't an exaggeration, either. Whenever they tried anything more, he became her world. They tried romance, they tried sex, they tried both. In the end, they focused on each other so differently, her so intently and he so widely.
She always let him consume her, though. She never tried to fight it, she never tried to deny it or delay it. She just let the flame that was him consume her entire being, engulf her and eat her alive.
He was at fault, too, obviously. She wouldn't have to let him if he didn't. He could be so enthralled by her one moment, though, and the next she would be utterly invisible. It wasn't fully his fault. He was, after all, a victim of circumstances.
Or so he claimed.
He liked to think that he was the way he was because of what she made him. It was a simply equation. Jess plus Rory equals Change and Consumption minus Emotion equals the Flame and the Gasoline.
Maybe it wasn't so simple.
Either way, it was all just something to blame and hate and love and in the end, it came down to the circumstances. In the end, it was the flame and the gasoline it consumed.
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Krisleigh Cronkhite wrote this on October 10, 2005 because she felt like starting a series and this seemed to be on her mind