What He Took from Her.

It was bright.

She shields her eyes from the oncoming infliction of touch.

The press of skin against her skin.

Palm against arm was the fire's ignition.

The flame burning in her body swallowing her whole,

melding mind and bone until one entity of girl is consumed by heat.

One palm.

The inferno engulfed her in one touch.

The conflagration of her heart ensured and decided for itself it would not let her be whole again.

All of her feelings were there all at once,

lighting her up like a firework,

until it was gone just like that in an instant.

One palm set her on fire.

One more touch put her flame out.

Her breath still hot, reminiscing of the blaze that once was, now gone.

Eyes of amber extinguished by the burning blue she stared up at.

Two palms, and she's effete.