Embers of Rage

She carried herself with quiet defiance.

A warrior.

A survivor.

Beneath the armor lived a heart capable of extraordinary love,
guarded behind walls built one wound at a time.

She was quick to anger,
protecting something infinitely more fragile than anyone could see.

When you love someone with that kind of fire,
you have a choice.

Will you learn to tend the flames of her passion?

Or will you spend your life
standing in the embers of her rage?