We were destined to meet.

I knew my day would come.

But as I watched the flames flicking closer, I wished it hadn't come so soon. So much I had left undone. So many things unsaid. But the heat grew, and the smokey atmosphere thickened to almost blackness. I was choking, coughing. At last, I squeezed my eyes shut to the pain. Pain that almost made me wish I had made a different reply to them. I quickly regretted that thought. "I'm coming, Jesus. I'm coming home," I said as the flames burned my eyes, my skin, and the stake my hands were tied to. I had stood on my beliefs, against the Church, and I would receive my reward in full.