Embers Hypnotizing. That's one word for it. Captivating, is another. Red, orange, and gold. Pure and stunning. Flickering on the wick of the candle, sits a small seemingly normal flame. Not to me. So many people passed it by without a second thought. Why? I wondered. Couldn't they see the it? It was there. There was no mistaking it. Those who did see it were afraid. They found it terrifying. To me, it was everything. I wasn't alone. I reached out my hand to hold it. My hand burned. Adults ran and pulled me away. They yelled at me for being such a fool. They took me to a doctor, but I never cried. I never lost my fascination with it. Beautiful, warm, and deadly.
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