She sat before the candle, quiet but full inside — her heart burning gently like its flame, and as she watched the soft light flicker, something inside her bent down to it, not because it was fierce, but because it burned without asking for anything in return; in that small, trembling glow, she saw herself — a soul that keeps shining despite the pain, a warmth that gives even while breaking, and she whispered a silent vow: she would not fight the fire, but soften within it, letting it teach her how to be light, not anger.