candle

As the moon appears in the calmness of the night, the candle lit up itself to provide light to the gloomy room of a boy named Yellow. The eerie environment, the heavy breath, and the sound of silence accompany Yellow.

"What's with the melancholic mood again, dear boy?" The candle asked Yellow as it observed the drops of tears shedding on Yellow's cheek. "My light is not enough for your gloomy room, is it?"

As the boy stares at his ceiling, the candle tries its best to bring out the brightest luminous flame. The candle knew that Yellow was longing for something that the candle couldn't give; enough warmth for his freezing heart and soul. 

"Is it because I can't give you enough warmth?" The melting candle asked Yellow with a smile. "I understand. You can always look for another candle until you find the rightful warmth and light for your gloomy room. Just let me do my duty to you; to be consumed, and die in your presence."

The candle always knew that Yellow could turn on the bulb of his room, and use his fireplace to have enough warmth and light, but still chose not to because he was not willing. Despite of this, the candle continued to consume itself until the very last moment.

"My end is near," The melting candle smiled bitterly. "I am created to be consumed this way." The candle looked at Yellow and continued. "It wasn't my choice to live like this. All I know is I have to provide light and warmth for you. And I'm okay as long as I'm in this gloomy room, with you. Crying with you. Watching the darkness conquer this room, with you."

The luminous flame slowly faded. "My time has come, Yellow. Please look at me. Let me see your face and your tears for the last time." The candle embrances the reality and darkness.

Yellow turned his head to the melted candle. The small amount of smoke lingers in his gloomy room. The candle was happy, and sad to leave knowing that its duty was fulfilled, by being consumed and drained by someone.