[ WP ] She 's safe in the fire .

An audible click sounded as the key twisted in its chamber, locking the door from the outside. She pounded upon the door with such force that I feared it would give way. She screamed and cried out, the muffled song of a beautiful bird trapped sorrowfully in its cage. I could n't free her from the prison as I knew that she would quickly take flight. It would be best if she remained there. If she just stayed there, we could stay together. I would even slip her food and water under the door if she was good. The noises on the other side of the door stopped suddenly, jarringly. I called out to her, fearing the worst. Through stifled sobs she began to laugh uncontrollably. She was going to free herself of me, one way or another. 
 
 Fumbling hands brought the key to the lock once more as I sought to stop her from whatever plan she had in mind. I threw open the door only to find myself met with a hard right and then a left, both her hands shoving me to the floor as she scrambled to escape. I grabbed her leg as it passed over my torso, unwilling to let her escape. She fell hard. We rolled around on the floor exchanging love taps. When the final blow had landed, I sat atop her chest breathing heavily as she lay beneath me bloodied and bruised. She was unconscious and I was terrified. I could n't let her leave me. I needed her. There had to be some way that I could keep her, a way to make her mine. I wanted her to be safe, with me, forever. 
 
 I ran through the house searching for any kindling and fire starting fluid I could find. I grabbed everything from cotton balls and alcohol to worn out shirts and kerosene. Covering the house in the haphazard mixture, I procured a book of matches and secured my runaway bird. She wanted to escape, but I needed her here. There was only one way that we could both have what we wanted. I would solve this. She could finally be happy. I struck the match and watched the tiny flame dance upon the wooden stick as I advanced towards the door. I threw the match and stepped outside as the fire rapidly spread. As I walked down the driveway, I could hear the fire crackling behind me. 
 
 A hail of broken glass rained down before my feet as the flames sprang up and out, stretching towards the night sky as if to set it ablaze. The lawn tinted yellow and orange with the overbearing light, the vibrant grass withering from the heat as I began to perspire. Sirens screamed down the street, beckoned by our meddlesome neighbors who had almost certainly called before the crux of our commotion. Seeing me stand there, alone, they had to know that she was still inside the house somewhere. I did n't care. It was too late to save her now, she was safe there in the fire, all her fears and concerns had went up in smoke. Now that she was free of her earthly ties, we could be together forever. Myself and my dearly departed. 
 
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