They had known each other for years, living on the same quiet streets, yet their relationship was as cool and distant as water. A single accident flung them into a world of clashing fire and ice. There was never any romantic sweetness between them, nor any tender affection soft as clouds. Their endless way of treating one another was always the same: cold, icy stares and fiery glares. But has anyone ever told you that some encounters lose their way within the defenses we build for ourselves from the very start? In every troubled dream, there is always a true heart that refuses to rise to the surface.
