after all

xxxvii.

everything was burnt inside and around me, i could stand in a room full of day-lit people and feel absolutely nothing.

they were all carbonized with fire, the fumes making it hard to breathe. it had became a routine, and my lungs were tinted with charcoal and broken dreams.

my eyes would eventually catch your abnormal figure and follow it in the turquoise shades of the lights. you weren't done. your flame hadn't burnt out like the others.

everyone would disappear but you and i. we were the resistance. we walked on vermillon embers with no smile yet we were together.

you saw me then. and you never let go.

there was a brightness inside of you. it made you glow among the ashes.