He found her in the fire, in the center of everything that was threatening him, and she somehow made it better.
Maybe it was the grace of her hands,or the taste of her lips.
Or perhaps, it was the way in which she silenced his fears.
She was a mess like him, but it was as if she had perfected it,a s if it had become her, and she it, and you couldn’t help but admire her.
She was strong.
Strong in this quiet way, that he had never seen, though she held onto him in the dark, and would jump with a start at any small sound.
You could tell she was a force to be feared.
She was an anchor that held him down, and without her, he knew he would have wandered much further into this restless sea.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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