epilogue i am my own ruin

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THE MATCH WAS LIT, AND FLAMES DANCED UPON IT. The first strike, and the first fall. The second strike, and the second fall. A slow dance, but a fast one. In the middle of it all was a girl sitting, numb, lighting the matches and letting them fall. The world was loud around her, consumed with the flames.

Light again, fire and burning and burning quickly. Her hands on fire, crashing into the dining table and watching it be burned, burned, burned.

Her tears were dried and her clothes still bloody, but the flames ignited her and hid her all the same. She burned and the world burned - her world burned.

A dance of light and dark inside her, a dance of fire around her. The light left her eyes, leaving only dark, and the flames sang loudly around her.

She stood, leaving the room and moving to the next. The same trick, the same hands, the same darkness consuming her as it was lit aflame. She laughed and she cried, and she allowed it to happen. She wanted this. She asked for this. She smiled and her world burned.

The memories of fighting, of hugging, of accepting and letting go. The memories of crying and sobbing, refusal and death, demons and angels, witches and warlocks, all ablaze. Her valuables were safe, but the couch was burning and the world was crumbling around her.

It was her alone, burning and burning, laughing and laughing because she couldn't cry. Her tears were cry, and her world was on fire.

The memories of kisses, of soft pink lips, of taking what she wanted and holding a hand. The memories of loving and letting go, the memories of phone calls late at night, the memories of holding back out of fear and the passion of letting go. They burned, and she burned with it.

The body in the foyer, the dead woman who protected her, burning and burning until all her flesh was ruined. She would cry, but she couldn't, so she just walked away. The body would be ruined, and the house would go with it. Everything was in flames, she was burning her life.

No one else ruined her. No one else burned her alive. She burned herself, she destroyed her, because no one else could ever have that power, it was for her alone. She burned the house, she lit the world aflame, and she laughed and laughed as it turned to ashes. Her life was in ashes, but like a Phoenix she would rise again.

There was a house on fire, and in the middle of it was a girl, who dreamed of soft pink lips and being human. A girl who never got to be human.