Kiss of Fire 
By Nike
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One thing I promised myself to never do was to fall in love.
And for what? To have my heart thrown away, like those miserable souls who conform themselves to one lover, and use such extravagrant displays to show their devotion and  affection. To me, it seems like a waste of time, energy and resources.
But you were stubborn, weren’t you. You wouldn’t take no for an answer. You kept on trying to find your way into my heart.
Maybe you were successful. I wouldn’t know, since I’ve never been in love before.
I just know that I can’t forget you.
It makes me angry.
What happened to my control? What happened to the strength I used to pride myself on?
What have you done to me?!
I should hate you.
Maybe I do.
Hate and love are supposed to be seperated by a very fine line, after all.
And all I know is that, everytime I close my eyes, you’re there, either smiling and flushed with life, like you were before, or bloody and gray-skinned, as you were the last time I saw you….after I…  
After I…. 
It surprised everyone, you know.
They didn’t think I’d kill you.
I didn’t think I’d kill you. But you were too damn persistent. And I cant let anyone come close. That’s my motto, and it has protected me for quite sometime on my own.
So, I lashed out.
And you ended up, dying in my arms. And your last words were breathed into my ear, a prayer of words that I have sworn never to utter myself.
“I love you…”
You know, I used to think you were smart. Now, I wonder…
How could you still say you love me? You knew you were dying. Hell, it would have been obvious to anyone who might have stumbled in upon us.
Yet you still said it.
Idiot.
Now what am I supposed to do?
You’re gone, but I still can’t forget you.Does that mean that I hate you, or that I….
I’m not that weak. All I have to do is remember what I have seen others gone through love , to strengthen my resolve to never feel that damning emotion.
I won’t put anyone through that sort of torture. Especially not myself.
You couldn’t understand that, could you? You knew what would happen, and yet, you ignored the signals and plowed ahead. 
Stupid. Brave but stupid.
But you’ll be glad to know that you were at least somewhat sucessful. You’re in my heart now, and I’ll remember you for the rest of my life.
So rest assured, you moronic cretin.
I’ll remember you-both with hate… 
…and with love.
Goodbye, Rabbit.
Good bye.