For so long, she had remained the sleeping volcano, her passion and pain and anger roiling quietly as lava within. She’d buried her love deep within her core; with heat and pressure she made diamonds of it all, gemstones precious and beautiful, glittering and indestructible and of no use but to be hoarded in her heart.

Ire, like an atom bomb, could clear the field but came with consequence.

I speak of the human heart, not a logic puzzle." -Diego de Gama