Posted in Fiction, Romance

The Flame of Winter..

It was cold outside, as the winter still existed. The fireplace was well lit but failed to conquer the cold. He, who was as illuminated as the flame of the candle, began warming up his home. She, on the other hand, started burning with the heat. She persuaded him to stop burning her, but he was too proud of his light, that he overlooked her burns. Finally, the stage arrived when he saw his flame decreasing, with weaker flickers. At last, he noticed her burn and vanish, for, she was the wax that helped him and burned herself.





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