Loneliness lit a candle in her darkness, wondering if Warmth would visit again. She had found herself opening up to him, which was a problem. You see, Loneliness didn’t know how to have anybody, and because of this she was afraid. She did not know what to do about him, about Warmth.
Warmth wanted to go to Loneliness again that night. He loved her, but knew that she didn’t know how to be loved. He wanted to show her that he was true, that he would never leave her. Warmth wanted to share all of himself with Loneliness so that she would never feel alone again.
It was a sad sort of love story, because it was so hard for Loneliness to let anybody, especially Warmth, in. It was so against her nature. She hated herself, Loneliness, because love always seemed an impossibility, even as Warmth wrapped his arms around her and held her through the night. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to save her from herself. But Loneliness, no matter how hard she tried, could not keep the thoughts away. She breathed in Warmth’s scent and wondered if she could ever do anything to deserve someone’s love. Someone’s warmth. She felt that she was wrapped in the arms of someone else’s Warmth, and that was unacceptable.
Warmth, of course, noticed when Loneliness retreated further into herself. When the thoughts carried her away from him, he always knew. She didn’t understand that it was possible for her to be loved. He loved her, though. Despite her darkness. And even though she didn’t always have the strength to find light, Warmth brought Loneliness his own candle. They sat, and through the flickering light, Warmth fought to bring her back to him.
He went to war with a matchbox and candle in hand.
It’s too bad her darkness gave her a knife.
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