Memories of him burn a destructive burn. Any lingering
thought, any slight remembrance of his laugh or glimpse of his smile turns into
a wildfire. A single memory is all it takes. Uncontrollable, it roars through
my skull and down my spine, leaving only rubble and ruin. My heart is left
scorched and brittle, and blood no longer flows through my veins. I am left
empty. All that remains are burnt-up, emotionless ashes and my old hollow bones.
I am a façade, a skeleton. All of this because of a memory--one miniscule match
in the middle of a forest.
**So, I'm not actually depressed or heart-broken or anything. I'm actually quite content with life. I just felt inspired by the wildfires happening all around. And breaking hearts always make for a good metaphor.
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