The Girl Made of Fire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


This is an old story I wrote a year ago.



Fire can be two things: Warm or Destructive.

Submitted: August 30, 2018

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  She was told at a young age that she was like fire. Warm and yet destructive if left unchecked. Spreading her flames in the most unpredictable way that most don't expect. Because of that, many had tried to control her out of fear and failed. Even though people fear her, they grew to her warm caring heart. Was it real kindness or was it an illusion? Even so I am not afraid of her. The glowing light she emanates draws me in. Her lemon hair and amber eyes look lovely under the bright sunlight. Her emotionless face can be mistaken as a tyrant with her unnatural physique; however, she is anything but that. In storms there is always an essence of peace after. I want that to be the case for her, but just like wildfire she can make it unpredictable to the point of utter chaos. That's what I like about her. I admire her unpredictability nature to the point of being jealous. I could never see myself in her shoes, fearing that the whole world would look down at me. She never seemed to care. I wish I can be like that.
I watched her from the distance. It felt creepy watching a girl alone without her knowledge, but I wouldn’t go dare get near her. I would get burn. She and I was the only ones there. I like it that way. If people had known she was there, they would run away for “safety”. I would had done that to, but I felt comfortable being near her. Her light keeps me warm and soft. It felt weird but in a good way.
She closed the book,that she was reading, and looked around until our eyes met. I was not afraid of being near her, but I am afraid of her knowing. Knowing that I been watching her. Out of panic, I grab my backpack and ran. She yelled at me to stop; however, that only made me run faster. The cold air was burning my lungs, that I began to choke under my own breath. I hid in the bush hoping she did not see me. Its thorns cut me deep like butter. I had no idea how fragile I really was until I started to cry over a simple cut. It’s such a cowardly move hiding like this. I am having to choose if I want to get burned to ashes or being stabbed with a thousand knives. I chose the knives. As I sit there I realized that it wasn’t only a cowardly move but an idiotic one. At least with fire, it was quick.
I closed my eyes hoping she would pass and sign with relief when she did. I celebrated for a bit until a pair of hands pull me out. The thorns scraped my skin and I wince in pain, try not to show my suffering. The heat from her hands burn. She dig into my skin and I bit my lip, trying not to show more of my weakness. She dropped me on the floor. Her eyes are like daggers, but it didn’t make me bleed. It was more tender than callous, more concerning than angry. I’m frozen yet not scared. Being this close to her is like looking at the sun. I should look away, but I became blind.
  “What do you want four eyes?” She sounds like an angel trying to intimidate a puppy. Kind yet demanding. A weird analogy I say but that’s what I see. She’s so cute. I touch my face forgetting that I even wore them. The glass that help me see the this goddess of fire. I wanted to say something yet I couldn’t think of anything that would make it less creepy. I expect a storm to brew; however, she just chuckled. “Fine don’t tell me, but you know. A guy like you shouldn’t watch a lonely girl from a far,” She lift me up and grab my hand. This time it was warm and not boiling. The girl that everyone said was fire took me back under the tree. We sat down and talked. In reality I just listen while she read the book, but that’s all I needed. I just wanted to be near fire, to feel the warmth that left me long ago.
People stay away from her because she was like fire. She couldn’t be controlled like other children. I am beginning to think those rumors weren’t true. There’s no way a girl so kind can be so cruel. I could never imagine that. She is everything that I’m not. I want to be like her, be like fire. Maybe she can teach me, if I ask nicely.
When I ask her to teach me, she laugh in my face. To most that would be mean, but I enjoy seeing her laugh. Of all the times I watched her, I never saw happiness. It made her shine even brighter. She was the sun that shines the dark clouds away. I asked her she could stay with me. She laugh. “Don’t even know you, stalker.” She punched my arm, feeling pain. I wince. “Fair enough,” should I feel sad? She was right. I know more about her than she knows me. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I have an unhealthy obsession with this girl. Her flames draw me in like a moth.
  “Do you want to get to know me?” I felt a knife in my chest. I hope she says yes. Her face dropped and I looked away. I grind my teeth with worry. “No not really, after all,” she hold my chin up to her face smiling,” you might get burn, do you want that?” 
  “More than anything.” Smiling to the girl of fire.

 


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