Ashes

A moth folds its wings and lands on a burning candle. It struggles a few times, then vanishes into the faint smoke.

A moth's fate, they say, is to follow its instincts and fly toward the scorching flames. Death is nothing to fear, only a long sleep.

In this story, the boy was once a moth who wanted to live, too. But her casual gift was like a burst of fireworks on the first clear day of winter, setting a fierce fire in his heart. The world is full of twists and fate plays cruel tricks. If she hadn't looked his way on that winter night, would everything have turned out differently?