Chapter 4

Yellow

She just could never really put in words what he was to her. But as she sometimes had the chance to, she was watching him from a corner, thinking about what he had done for her, consciously, and subconsciously.

People, his own people, had told her once upon a time, that he was the burning yellow desert sun. His heat, his unforgiving fire, burned everything in its wake.

They couldn't have been more wrong. She smiled.

Scorched? Yes, she had been scorched by the immense waves of heat that he radiated.

Burned? Yes, she had been burned by him, consumed by the fire in him.

But none of it destroyed her.

He did not ruin her. Instead, like the ever radiant, yellow sun, he had nurtured her into a completely different Paro.

A Paro, who had blossomed like a beautiful flower under his attention.

A Paro, who had become a finer sculpture, being molded by his hands.

For becoming a better, stronger form of herself, she had leaned into his warmth. She had discovered things about her own self which she never thought possible. She had discovered courage, freedom, even audacity, but most important... She had discovered what true love felt like.

So what if the heat was unbearable a few times?

Some fires were worth burning in.