He stopped feeling a long time ago. The fire still burns but it burns alone. He stands dressed for a world that no longer recognizes him, holding nothing, expecting nothing. And then she reaches. Not for the man he used to be. Not for the version of him that had everything together. She reaches for the broken part. The burning part. The part he was most ashamed of. This piece is not about love. It is about the moment someone sees exactly what you are trying to hide and moves toward it anyway. If you have ever stood in a room full of roses while your chest was on fire and someone still chose to stay This was painted for you. 🖤🔥