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So it came down to this.

She had never wanted this to happen, but what choice did she have?

The woman stared at the flaming house, towering above her. Her clear blue eyes were watering, a mixture of the light and her sadness. She slowly wiped away a tear that had been coursing down her cheek. It was windy, so her long black hair whipped around her head, and the wedding dress she had put on for the occasion flew around her like a white ocean.

She saw the flames. She felt the heat. She heard the screams. The screams of her best friend and the only man she had ever, would ever, love.

She sighed, torn between sadness and satisfacion. She hadn't wanted this, but he had left her with no chioce, no choice at all.

She remembered his voice. His beautiful voice. Memories of his face would fade, but she was sure she would never forget his voice.

It was twisted now, twisted with fear. It didn't matter, it was still beautiful. The first time she met him, she knew him she would love him. Forever.

She remembered his voice when they met, shy, hesitant. "Hello, are you new here?" She remembered his voice on their first date, sweet and loving. "I've never met anyone like you before." She remembered his voice when he proposed, exited and certain. "I couldn't imagine my life without you? Will you marry me?"

She remembered his voice when he lied to her, shaking and nervous. "I'm g-going to step out for the n-night. Hang out with the g-g-guys." How could she not have realized? She had been so, so foolish.

What had she done to deserve this? She had tried, tried so hard to deserve him.

She had tried so hard to be everything for him. After all, he was everything for her.

She sobbed, sobbed loudly. Sobbed for herself, for him, for her friend, now burning with him, sobbed for all that was and all that could have been.

Sobbed for the fact that she was not with him.

In that moment, she decided. She barreled threw the burning door of the house, not bothering to open it. She scrambled up the burning stairs. Into the bedroom where she knew he would be. Her friend's screams had slowed, but his continued. This didn't suprise her. He had always been strong.

She flew into the room, smiling in spite of the flames licking at her dress, twirling in her hair.

He was surrounded by fire. It was getting closer and closer to him. Her friend was nowhere to be seen. She flew to his side.

She grasped his sholders, letting the fire spread from her to him. How appropriate, that she passed even this to him. His screaming had stopped now, it had become a wheezing gasp. She grinned at him, pulling him closer.

"Let the flames begin, darling." she gasped, before the floor buckled beneath them. But she wasn't reffering to the flames around them. She was talking about the other flames, the ones they were about to face very soon now.

A/N: After writing this, I stared at the computer screen for a long time. Then I shuddered. I'm more screwed up then I thought I was... oh well...

nice story great use of imagery

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