𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃-XXXIII 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 await and observe as the memories fly, goodbye.
❛Blaze.❜
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HER EYES REMAINED SET on the orange and red hues, illuminating the street. Despite the eerie atmosphere, there is a strange allure to the abandoned home, now set ablaze. It's a place where one can let their imagination run wild, where the past and present meet, and where history and mystery are intertwined.
It's a reminder that everything in life is fleeting and that even the most cherished possessions and memories will eventually fade away.
[Name] leaned against the rooftop, her eyes submerged by the inferno of striking flames as emergency service workers follow through with attempting to extinguish the building.
She wouldn't let it happen, as her glinting eyes of disguist only flamed the fule further, her processing mind sending the waves of flames higher, she wouldn't stop until it was ash, and same goes for her mother's workshop.
She thought, in order to pass my way peacefully, I believe I should burn all that has been weighing me down.
Maybe it was laced in stupidity, what she's doing, but nonetheless, she found no such problem with it.
She wanted to watch it all burn down, in front of her two very eyes.
[Name] was heading to Eri before this, but she couldn't rest without watching it disappear. The pain, the hate, she observed it contently as its flames increased.
In fact, she knew it was one of the last things she would do. The rescue plan was already in motion, and she was positive that Nighteye knew all about her and her sick little lies.
Why not have a spin of fun before your demise? Watching the fleeing moments or torture fade into the night sky, buried in thick whirls of smoke, all that's been holding her captivated.
She was no hero at heart, to be laced in tranquility while watching her hatred consume her, but she didn't halt it. She let it lick and paint her with the ache for revenge.
[Name] was grateful to be able to watch the dangerous flames devour the home. She was found enlightened as the frantic moving workers screeched from the heat intensity, as they couldn't step in, as they watched it burn, too.
It wasn't just fuel that flamed such a nerve-wracking fire. It was the storm of emotion.
Every, single, emotion.
There was a hint of mystery, ponder, and what if.
'If it weren't for you, where would I be now? Would I be smiling, would I still be dying?'
