Once upon a time, there was an ice cube that lived his life as well as he could. He wasn’t a particularly smart ice cube, and he would do some rather silly things at times but that was his nature. One day, he met a bright burning flame and found that he was hit with a wave of devotion. From the moment he met the flame, he knew he had to be with her.

After a time, the flame finally let down her guard and let him get close to her and all was good. The ice cube was content; he was happy; he was elated; he was in heaven.

Then, as time grew by, the ice cube found that the flame’s heat was slowly melting him. Drop by drop he was losing more and more of himself. He knew this was a problem, but he kept his resolve; even as he was losing himself, he was gaining the greatest thing of all... love.

For a while, the ice cube found that he could maintain himself, as long as he knew it was happening, but the flame began to grow hotter, more explosive. The ice cube never knew when it was coming, and the intervals of intensity were becoming more frequent taking more of him with it. The ice cube recoiled each time it happened, tried to put up his defenses, but to no avail... he began melting at a greater rate. If he couldn't stop this, he would be nothing more than mist...
The flame didn’t mean to intensify, but she was a flame after all, and a single flame can spread into an inferno without warning. The ice cube knew this, but he could not shirk away. He knew what his heart was telling him, and he knew that he had to fight to keep his love. But as time passed, the ice cube became demoralised; nothing he did could prevent the flame from burning brighter. As he lost more and more of himself to the flame, he started to believe that the matter was hopeless.

Until…

It came to him. Despite the flame’s nature, there was a way to contain a flame! As long as the flame remained small, the heat emanating from her would be insubstantial and the ice cube wouldn’t melt! All they needed to do was to take away anything that could burn from around her; all they needed was the ice cube to douse the spreading fires.

And so they initiated their plan. Each time the flame began to burn harder, the ice cube would melt a little and the flame would allow him to douse her to stop her from becoming too volatile. The ice cube smiled inwardly, happiness had returned to him. Nothing he had done on his own could stop himself from melting away, but working together, as a whole, the flame and the ice cube did it; they had stopped the deadly heat from spreading too rapidly. Through a combination of teamwork and compromise, the two could become one, saving them and allowing their love to be the only thing that burned for each other.

And so it was, they lived, happily ever after.

The End.