They had been fighting for hours. It was a fight for power, for dominance. No one dared to touch the other's body. If they did, it would be lethal; their death. They compromised destroying everything else around them.
She circled him with blazing eyes. They radiated a quenchless desire for revenge. She was on fire. He, on the other side, stood still at the same place. It was like he was
frozen. He had his eyes closed but he could sense her. She was around him, provoking him to an endless fight. Her insistence bothered him. He opened his eyes, dark blue eyes, and pierced her with invisible blades. A faint cry slipped her lips. His cold indifference hurt her and that was enough to pull the trigger.
She covered the distance between them and attacked him without thinking the consequences. Her searing fire covered him as she embraced his figure with immaterial hands. He screamed in acute pain. Her heat melted his boneless body. She always found a way to destroy him. But she wasn't unaffected by his touch either. Her existence started diminishing bit-by-bit. Her previous unabated passion had almost disappeared and she felt exposed in front of him. She cursed under her breath for not foretelling his sneaky black ice. He wasn't a saint either.
They both raised their heads and looked at each other. They were tired and weak. As her blazing coat evaporated he could see her real self; a little girl's broken- hearted soul. She stretched a trembling hand and wiped his tears off his face. His frosty attitude was melting away. But they couldn't turn around now. The truth was revealed too late. They embraced each other for the last time waiting for their end. And the moment they died, they became one.
He was Ice and she was Fire.