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Flaming Ice (Frozen Flames part 2)

I wasn't even looking where was I going. Step after step I was getting nearer the so called nowhere. Familiar streets ended after ten minutes of tiring running. The normal person would have stopped, but I didn't. I knew how bad this was for me and that I shouldn't be putting such a big pressure on myself for no reason, but I did.

After a while I finally started walking slowly instead of running like I chicken with a cut off head. Some song was playing in my head over and over again. The words spoke to me on the spiritual level, but I just couldn't remember the name of the song.

It didn't come as a surprise. After all I used to listen to this song every night as I swung on the swings. I would suddenly go up and let them take me down, just like life likes to do for people. I couldn't believe that something so simple, and common as just swings, could be so similar to something so big, major even, as life.

But it was and to be honest, I rather be thinking about pathetic similarities of life and swings than about V. However his face, his voice, everything about him, just didn't want to leave me. I tried to forget that he just came in to my house and turned the world I tried to find my place in, three hundred sixty degrees, until I was standing looking at the same direction as always, but it was different, way different.

Nothing could have been the same. I knew that nothing will go wrong. Absolutely nothing. Even V couldn't affect me anymore, not after I got to control the fire inside. I learned to put the flames in their place and leave them there. They tried to escape, I admit, but they did not accomplish their goal and I was proud.

I had not a slightest idea how was I going to act then I get back home. How was I going to talk to V and if I find him there anyways. I bet I was gone for some time now. He probably left already. I would have done that in his place. But he was different from me. That douche was never a jerk, and maybe it was one of the millions reason I hated him, and didn't want to live without him.

I came to some stairs. I had no knowledge about where they were leading to and what I will find after climbing up. I took a deep breath and made it up the first tier. I still needed more time. And I felt that I won't have enough even if I was ready to slither back home.

I needed more. I wanted more. Just like always. I was insatiable dragon reaching for more gold, as in my case was time. People always told me how innocent, how fragile, how small I looked to them. But deep, deep down in my heart I was sure that all of them were wrong. I was just me. Strong, but weak. Dedicated, but selfish. Me. That's the differences I saw between myself and V. He was someone else. He pretended and never took his mask off.

Oh wait... I was hiding too. I didn't even show my true feeling to my own sister, person I should have trusted as much as myself. The problem there, I didn't really trusted myself. I had a mask, and he did too. But they were two different stories. Two parallel lines that will never going to meet.

Good thing I realized that before being sucked in the black hole with no chance to come back.

I run up the final stairs and I had to stop. My lungs were burning, the pain in my legs were killing me. My whole body was shaking like from some epilepsy's attack. My chest was bouncing and I tried to gain back the courage I had before to walk none stop. But the headache got in my head and created its nest there. I blinked and hissed out of pain it caused. It was just simple stairs. Gosh, I couldn't even move anymore...

"Are you okay?"

Someone asked, but I didn't have enough energy to look up. So I just answered with sarcasm, the only weapon left for me.

"Do I look okay?"

My words sounded strange. I t would have been a miracle if person who gave me a question understood the answer I threw at him.

"Here, let me help you!"

The guy suddenly offered his hand and I took it for my own surprise. I was not very much in to talking with strangers, but at this moment I could have sold my sold for Satan by accident and didn't even know it happened. It hurt, my blood pressure wasn't normal either. I needed help. I needed to go home now. But there was V... and there was help... Two things fought against one another and finally cold mind took over commanding me to come back no matter what.

"Thanks, but I have to get back."

I said and finally lifted my head. The guy was politely smiling to me, but I could see the concern in his eyes. His dark, almost black hair was glued on to his forehead with sweat, he had running outfit on, sport's shoes, and water's bottle... great a sport's guy. That's what I really needed right now. Some athletic dude to make fun of my physical shape.

"At your condition? You can't even stand straight!"

Here we go. He was already making a joke out of me. Excuse me, but not everyone can be as athletic as you!

"Okay, goodbye now."

I said to him rolling my eyes, which I regretted at instant, and turned around only to meet my greatest enemy at the moment, stairs, face to face. I was ready to walk down them. And I just climbed up. Very, very clever choice I made here.

"I don't think, you will be okay..."

He said, but I didn't care what he was mumbling. I needed to reach my home.

"I will-"

I was shut up as I almost fell down by slipping on some puddle. I could swear but my heart fell to the ground and came back to my body hitting my head so hard on its way I forgot my name.

"Want some chocolate?"

Did he asked that or was it my imagination?

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