I turned the corner and walked past him, but I still didn't see him--took a while for my brain to recognize a man. But when I finally saw, my heart bled through my eyes and nearly died. My steps slowed as the world turned silent, but I could hear my beating heart louder than ever. It gasped between cries.
I turned about and found myself before him once more, with an Angel's moist and unsure hands tightening around my own.A note about the title: those words are written on the box in Chinese.Also featured on deviantArt: http://xyclopx.deviantart.com/art/Little-Children-Do-Not-Play-With-Fire-438308387
And 500px: http://500px.com/photo/75858715/little-children-do-not-play-with-fire-by-dean-chiang