He is white phosphorus, which burns easily at a moment's notice. He once thought that the world was either black or white.
She was like soft candy, melting slowly, but growing gentle bones in his fiercest flames.
"She's my tranquilizer."
"I'm his body armor."
An unexpected exchange of fire that started with "I'm sorry" eventually turned into each other's hardest armor and softest home.
The world is noisy, but loving your voice, I have learned to use the calmest tone and say the most arrogant words.
