Cotton candy flames filled his view slowly, but carefully. The look of the fire roaring in front of him sent chills and shivers down his body. The touch of it never burned, and his flesh never melted. The hot temperatures rested against his chest as the grey smoke filled his nostrils, stinging his eyes, almost like fire itself. Even with the discomfort, he felt the thought never faded from his memory. He couldn’t erase it, nor could he pretend to relive it. The deed had been done, the mess taken care of. Even with this, the thought continued flaming flames across his brain. Fear was like fire. Fire could do many things. Cook for you, heat your home, give you warmth on a rainy day of camping. The list was endless. Even with this, fire could still do one major thing, burn a person down. Cook them and melt on the inside. The pink color of rosy flames was one of her favorite colors. She was a fighter, but deep inside a heart of beauty lived, even if no one could see it, he knew he could. She was beautiful. But she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful, only to be watched from a distant. He knew this. He knew at that very moment; the fire had spread. He knew he loved her, and deep down he knew her flames really weren’t red. But aqua blue.