Fire

As I stare into the flames that flicker before me, a tear trickles down my cheek. I think about her beauty. I should've kissed her, told her my feelings. He ripped that from us. I close the door to the furnace, flames licking the inside. He chose his fate. I turn the heat up as high as it would go and set the timer. By dawn there will be no evidence. He will not be missed and I will act as if nothing happened. It was easier than I had anticipated. I head upstairs to my home. When I step inside I am calm. I shower off the only evidence of my evening, the water turning bright red. I slip under the covers of my bed and succumb to the nightmares.