Love burned down to ashes, yet its lingering warmth still scorches the heart.
A pursuit that was doomed to burn itself out, a deep love destined to become ash. She willingly surrendered as the flames consumed her, and when the fireworks faded, only embers remained. The greatest pain, it turns out, isn't never having had someone. It's having loved once, only to be left with desolation as far as the eye can see and an obsession that refuses to die.
