For the Love of Old Things

Pyromania

 

 I tended to him and he became a modest campfire. There were nights when it was he and me, where he warmed my hands with his fiery breath and I was reminded about how something that consumes so much can still give back. 

But starting then, the closer I got, the more warmth began to feel like pain. 

This is what happiness looks like!

Well, you don't see this everyday

Even big brutes play in the pool once in a while.  :)