A young woman stared into the wild flame ascending from the burning barn, not knowing whether the sweat on her face was from the heat of the fire or from the heat of emotion. Was it her feelings or the flame that made her face so hot? Yet, despite the flame that leaped from the barn into a cloud of black smoke, she shivered. Chills of excitement continued to pulse up and down her spine, creating little lifts in her lips as she finally allowed her excited mind to recall the events of the cool evening.
The burning barn groaned in weariness and sat a little lower upon the earth. The sudden shift of the building emitted a rather large burst of heat, which brought the young woman back to the present and made her heart crash against her chest. The same feelings she was feeling here had been felt only a few moments ago. The same beads of sweat that sat on her brow were the same that had sat there only minutes before. And her heart crashed against her chest as it had done not long before the fire.
The fire. The fire was inside of her, it consumed her. The burning barn was not the source of her perspiration, nor was the quickness of her heart the result of people rushing to put the fire out. The fire would never be quenched. It would forever burn inside of her, yet she would feel no pain. Only until she let her guard down would she be burned.
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