Catastrophic

He’s angry.

Her words scrape against his heart, and it sends sparks over the kindling that has been building within him for weeks. The flames ignite, and it has begun.

His chest heaves as the steam billows from his lungs. His heart beats faster, works harder to pump his molten blood. Even his tears are boiling, leaving his face an almost ridiculous shade of red. The flames encompass him until he, and everything he touches, is burning.

On the other side of the room, she tries to freeze everything around her. Nothing moves, nothing changes, nothing grows. She has built her fortress and doesn’t intend to let anyone in.

When they first met, she was wrong to hope that his radiant warmth could perhaps melt through her walls and reach her there at the center. She underestimated just how cold she was.

Now his inferno rages, explosions beat against her fortress until it shatters. Ice splinters across the room, hitting him like shrapnel, deep in his heart. The walls are down now, and she is angry too. There's a subzero menace coming for him. Her frozen attack spreads across the room, coving everything in a furious ice.

What had started as a love so gentle and sweet was now a natural disaster. Two volatile forces of nature clash and claw for control. The emotions are desperate and raw.

Robert Frost was right. You aren't sure which one it to blame, the fire or the ice. But, god, you know in that moment that this is it.

The world is indeed coming to an end.