Fire and pain
Their coming together was explosive. Fire and lust. Hot, hard and fast. It was over almost before it began. The pressure built too high, the fires too long banked. When the passion claimed them, there was nothing they could do. Nothing to stop it, save them, their friendship or their hearts. What was done was done.
He dressed quietly and left quickly. She didn’t bother to get dressed or even get out of bed. He was gone. In a single moment their lives had changed forever. Their tentative friendship shattered in a moment. One moment of weakness, a lifetime of what if’s and if only’s. Gone was the casual touches, or innocent glances. Left in there place were dying ambers of an uncontrollable need.
The heat would build again, to unmeasurable bounds, only to take over and consume them both. Their hearts were gone, given unwillingly to each other, unknowing to themselves. They were tied to one another, the fire branded them together. Fused two broken hearts into a messy, ugly whole. It was scarred and misshapen, but it was strong. Somehow, it would stand the test of time. Sometimes love came that way. Not ribbons and bows, but sweat, tears and pain.
He dressed quietly and left quickly. She didn’t bother to get dressed or even get out of bed. He was gone. In a single moment their lives had changed forever. Their tentative friendship shattered in a moment. One moment of weakness, a lifetime of what if’s and if only’s. Gone was the casual touches, or innocent glances. Left in there place were dying ambers of an uncontrollable need.
The heat would build again, to unmeasurable bounds, only to take over and consume them both. Their hearts were gone, given unwillingly to each other, unknowing to themselves. They were tied to one another, the fire branded them together. Fused two broken hearts into a messy, ugly whole. It was scarred and misshapen, but it was strong. Somehow, it would stand the test of time. Sometimes love came that way. Not ribbons and bows, but sweat, tears and pain.