Fool for Love

Dying of thirst in the desert, the girl-shaped object secretly wished for a cool glass of water. She found a volcano instead. Burning with the flames of sacrifice, passion, jealousy, possession. A fire so intense that, if left to burn unchecked, would consume her soul. Ignoring the flames; she gave her heart away.  It was returned. Slightly singed. Covered in pocket lint and broken shards of obsidian. She smiled. Though damaged, something about it reminded her of how much she liked kissing in the rain.