Flames

He looked down at Sophie Richards as he pulled the matchbox from his pocket. The box dropped from his hand, spilling onto her bedroom floor in a heap of deadly promise. Crouching down, he scooped them back into a container, careful to move quietly, afraid that at any second she would awaken and find him standing over her.

Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted,as if she is waiting for a kiss from her Prince Charming. She should have known better. There was no such thing as Prince Charming. There were only toads and a precious few men like him-men who worked to make everything just.

The sad truth was that there was no justice in marriage - at least not in any marriage he had witnessed. No. Marriage was one lie after the other. One hurt feeling masked with a fake smile, only to have another lie strip it away . It was an endless cycle of pain.

What was the point? What was it all for?

As far as he could tell, it was for nothing more than Ego and some idealistic hope that if they acted happy,if they faked it well enough,maybe they could finally believe it themselves.

He was here to make her a martyr, not that she would understand, but this was his chance to show her and the world what her marriage truly was-nothing more than smoke and ashes. A fire that had yet to burn itself out. But at last the time has come. The hour was here for him to stoke the flames and let them consume every crumb of her failing marriage.

The inferno could have it all.

He walked out of her bedroom and made his way downstairs, where the glorious scent of gasoline filled the space. Unlike the others, Sophie's house would go up in a flash. In one giant fireball the whole charade would be over -the secrets, the lies, the fake smiles and the hurt feelings. It would all be gone and all her pains could be used for a higher purpose.

The night air blew into the house,diluting the gas's perfume. He made sure to leave the door open as he stepped out and walked toward the garage. A puddle of gas sat on the sidewalk,just waiting for him.

He struck a match

It was so much easier this way.

The fire's smoke curled skyward, creating a trail that led to heaven. If he had his way,life would be better and she would be free.

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