a flick of light ignited a wick and illuminates her whole life. she fixed her stare and gazed blankly with thoughts that seemed so far away...

she brought her hands near the flame, felt its warmth.. played around with the melted candle wax which burnt her fingertips, a pinch of pain that ended soon enough before she could even remember the feeling that it brought her.

her sight starts to blur, as her light slowly hypnotizes her...

.....

crackling sounds that weren't supposed to be there filled her ears. a glint of bright orange forced her weary eyes to widen up. tongues of fire were licking the wooden furniture, crawling up the curtains. the flick of light that once illuminated her, starts to take her over. warm... hot... burning. the exit appears to be as clear as it can be. despite the scene that plays before her very eyes, no further action was made. she stayed fixed on her spot. never even dared to move a muscle. not even a strike of fear could be seen in her innocent eyes. she burnt herself to death. a twitch of a muscle left on her face that may have resembled a smile..

she was trapped within, or yet, she trapped herself. swallowed within the flames that once granted her the passion that's all she had ever asked for. gulped down by his fire... to her, his warmth... her so-called fireplace... his inferno...