The warmth from the fireplace may have warmed up my body, but I still felt frozen on the inside, even through the thick blanket wrapped around me from the bedroom. The fire was roaring and cracking in the brick fire pit. The engulfed logs and timber seemed to dance away as it burned up and turned into rising black fumes.
Even with such a beautiful show of nature in front of me my mind didn’t wander away from Stella—I yearned for her dearly.
My own mind began to tempt me, the fire cackling out and saying her name, “Stella.”
Copyright © 2019 by Luka Tatsujo