Fire and Ice

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It is short, sorry but I really like this concept.



Everyone knew them, but in different ways.

She was known as the perfect one. Golden, sun dazed skin. Dewy, sun kissed hair. Sparkling emerald eyes. Not to mention her beautiful personality. Not a person in the world could have a mean thing to say about her. She was perfect.

He was known as the dark one. Snow, pale skin. Hard, coffee locks. Cold, hazel eyes. And his personality matched his appearance. But no matter how bad his personality was, he was fairly attractive, in a cold, scary way. He never smiled, not even once. He was very unpredictable.

No one knew how she did it but she did. She made him happy. She made him nice, genuinely. She made his eyes sparkle, with love and admiration. Girls would kill to have a guy look at them like he did her. But the one thing she did that would leave anyone gasping for air, she made him smile.

She was happy and bright. She loved to be in the light.
He was cold and dark. He thrived to be in the dark.
She loved with all her heart.
He didn't know how to love.
When he met her, he then found out what love meant.
When she met him, she found out what she was missing.

The burning light she gives.
The cold essence he uses.

She is fire.
He is ice.
Together they make one hell of a day.

Ask anyone they know. They will tell you this. "Together they are one. They are the complete opposites. They love each other dearly. They are, Fire and Ice."

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