For him, she was the reason for existing. She was not afraid to touch him, to let him feel like his desires and his passions are worth having no matter how terrifying they are to him. Hers was a fleeting kiss and the lightest caress. But she was the sudden thrill and surge of adrenaline too. She makes him stronger but wanting for more. She was captivating that way.
For her, he was an unending fascination. So terrible, she thinks, but so beautiful too. Yes, beautiful, there was simply no other word- how he resonates power when she touches him, how he reaches out for her endlessly. He was ashes with a bitter taste of death and pain. But he was also warmth and safety. He was art whose meaning is unraveled to those who are brave enough to try it. He was mysterious that way.
She was the very force that kept him alive but he was simply a puzzle waiting to be defined. It was a mistake to open up to her, to give her a solution that easily, thinking it will tame that wildness in her, thinking it will win her heart. What he failed to realize was that her heart belongs to this world and not to a single person, not even to herself. He was no longer a mystery, no longer unsolved and she would have not wanted something ordinary and unchallenging. She was air and he was fire. And no matter how you think of it, it couldn’t have worked out. For he, he is willing to burn the world down trying to chase her. And she, she would have left anyway.