The fire flickered as the orange flames flew up to the sky.
The sight was mesmerizing, but then again, what more can I love in this empty world?
I was sent out into the harsh life and had nothing to love except for the fire. Running away was my only chance, after all, I have lived to learn only about loneliness.
Abandoned as a child, no one loved me. I ran from home to home, searching for something more in this world than anger only to find nothing.
So now, I write my story next to my best friend, the fire. He didn't want me away, he didn't want to burn me. He flickered with delight at the sound of my voice, and whispered for more when I was done.
I had never loved something as much as it. It had a beauty, it had the love, it had the patience.
It was everything I wanted.