I felt anxious as I followed her up the staircase and collected the sheets she had dropped while crossing each step. Her shadow appeared on the wall as if some fallen angel was trying to get back to heaven. Her head drooped like a prisoner, her arms wrapped around her withered being, her hair blowing by the surrounding spell.
'What are you up to? What are you holding? What to do with these sheets?'
I could not resist my curiosity and posed the inquiries all at once.
Hearing my questions she kept silent. She started to traverse the steps furiously.
'Can you listen to me? I have asked you something. You are scaring me. Stop right there!'
I shouted the alarm that was lingering in my mind as I tried to chase her. She was out of my sight now.
Atlast, I reached the end of the staircase. I saw her holding a burning flame and lighting the sheets one by one. Her blue, cold fingers burnt as well while she absently watched the recipes of her bliss swallowed by the fire.
Tears serving for the fuel. Dark eyes turned to burning oceans.
'What will you get from this? It had to end one way or other.' I sat beside her and handed over the remains to the fire. The fire of deprivations.
'Once it turns to ashes, it couldn't be burnt further.'
She answered in a defeated tone.
'You burnt the cause. The effect will stay there.'
Glaring at my words she stood up to run away from her fire. Flames caught the end of her gown as she turned to escape her doings.
'Hold on! You are strangled by the flames of your own set fire.'
Dropping a withered rose over the ashes I left the funeral of felicity. A rose of rusted blood topped over the sins of clay.
The Moon and its stars bore the witness of a murder. A murder no less than a suicide.
The suicide of a girl I initially met.
