When I saw her first, butterflies in my stomach, like they said. But I guess I was a moth, at the end of it all. Lured by her glow, and her warmth in the winter chill, I drew closer. I saw fire in her eyes. But she's a fire in this ice. I drew too close, and now, I'm just ashes. Funny though, how she was cold to me and yet burnt me to ashes.