Bonfire

   The things he had left in her house were slowly burning in the bonfire… She saw how the flames destroyed the past, piece by piece. In the end, unable to bear the sight of this, she laid down on the grass next to the fire. Her hair looked like red-hot copper in the firelight. The sparks of fire seemed deliberately to play in her shining curls. Her eyes looked up at the night sky, which was strewn with stars, each one shimmering brighter than the other, as if trying to hint at something with this.
She turned her face to the heat of the fire as tears slowly trickled down onto the grass. She knew that each item was associated with some moment from the past.
She didn’t want to live as it was before and she could not…

   Two years have passed since that night. Thinking about it now, she realizes that she clearly remembers each of those items. It seems that if she now had the opportunity to get these objects in her hands, she would not feel anything.


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