'’The very fire of hell is the fire of love.’ Consumed by those who have it, lost, and broken for those who couldn’t. Until the day you burn in the flames, every little chunk will make you feel burnt. The topaz brightness of soft-colored eyes pierced your heart. Then your soul, as your insides burned, and torched. The cold, watery touch of your face worried him. as his fingertips melted you. Consumed too tiny drops of a once frozen being was all you had left. The freezing touch of her, frozen the outer sides of his body as relation strikes him. With fire in her eyes and ice in her words. She feared the cold of her body, and graved to burn with the flames, for him and the love between fire and ice.