The Tale of Fire and Ice.

He was everything I wanted to be. He had bright red hair and even brighter personaility, causing the even coldest exteriors to break under his sunshine smile. He was genuine in all aspects and possessed the innocence of a child. Though people would often make fun of the the sunshine boy they seemed to be attracted to him as if he was a lamp and everyone around him was a moth.

I, on the other hand, was completely his oppisite. I had pale skin that looked ghostly and dull while standing next to the boy. My hair was jet black relative to his firey red. I was quiet and only talked when nessecary while he had sound effects for using the vending machine. I was drawn to him like every other moth in this school. It was pathetic.

But he tried to assure me that although I felt like just another one of the insects crawling after him that he loved me. How could someone so bright love someone as dull as me? How could he stand the constant homophobic slurs that were thrown at him yet keep the sunshine smile painted on his face? How could we still hold me when he was hurting himself?

I always thought of myself as a stone cold person until he came along. For I always thought ice was powerful.

Yet, fire always melts ice.