Fire

 "Just go."

I turned away and went back to my tools. But after a few moments I turned back around again, conforming she hadn't moved.

"What?"

She shook her head.

"I'm not letting you run away from this relationship."

I sighed.

"You really should, else I'll just burn you again."

She stepped forward.

"Maybe you're right. But maybe I'm more fire resistant than you think. And maybe, just maybe, I think this relationship, that you are actually worth it."

I sighed, again, and let her in.

And true, I didn't burn her again. But I did burn her out, eventually.