She was finally cold, but for the first time in years, she wasn't shivering.
She dropped the match onto the gasoline-soaked pile of his belongings she’d dragged out earlier. Whoosh. Adele - Set Fire to the Rain
The orange flames roared to life, clashing violently with the gray sheets of rain. It was an impossible sight—a bonfire raging in the middle of a flood. The heat hit her face, a physical manifestation of the rage she’d suppressed for years. As the silk ties and expensive leather shriveled in the heat, Elena felt the weight lifting. She was finally cold, but for the first
Elena walked to the fireplace. She picked up the heavy brass poker and stirred the coals. She didn't feel sadness anymore. The tears had dried hours ago, replaced by a searing, white-hot clarity. He had used her heart as a hearth to keep himself warm, never caring if he burned it to ash. The orange flames roared to life, clashing violently
The rain was freezing, stinging her skin, but she didn't retreat. She stood in the center of the gravel driveway, the sky screaming above her. She struck a match, sheltering the tiny flame with her palm. It flickered, defiant against the gale. "You said we were forever," she whispered into the wind.
She watched the smoke spiral up, turning the raindrops into shimmering sparks before they vanished. She was setting fire to the rain, burning down the bridge he thought she’d never leave.
