A tongue of flame that loved.
It loved to embrace, it loved to be close to all things.
It was appreciated, yes, liked. But many kept a safe distance.
They were appreciative of the warmth, and the beautiful glowing figure.
But they could not reciprocate the affection. They would be burned. Reduced to nothing but ashes. At the least, they would suffer painful burns
But it was not the fire’s fault.
WHAT IS THIS DRABBLE I GOT FROM LISTENING TO B1A4’s Only Learned the Bad Things?