[ WP ] Write a murder from the perspective of a cheerful inanimate object

I swing by easily on windy days. Just do n't let me near anything that is burning. Tonight is special in both the presence of strong breeze and candles inside the room. It's like dancing with the wind, then it fades, and it comes again. Back and forth, with the glass separating the candles from my edges that warrant laundry. The whole of me does, but the couple never bothered. 
 
 It was special as it is their anniversary. Did I mention candles? There's a whole of them, in various colors and sizes. I do n't know if it's a sexual thing but it both romantic and disturbing at the same time. I'm not the only one worried about fire; the whole house is mostly made of wood and we're sitting on top the hill, overlooking Meerbarn Boulevard and the Northtop cemetery. 
 
 The door opened. The couple went out. I'm pretty sure they were n't married, but they do stay here. Well, the woman stays here more than the man, but I guess anniversaries need the presence of both as well as a truck load of candles. They were not speaking, but I can see the distressed look at the lady's face. She was n't crying or anything, but she sure is a lot more worried-looking than me and the candles. I know candles can not melt glass, but one mistake and there'll be a huge flame to light up this side of the town. 
 
 They get to the balcony, right in front of me. I'm still dancing to the breeze, now stronger than ever. If only the wind can take care of the candles nearest to me. It certainly did n't help ease the worried look on the woman's face. The guy started embracing her, not without caress, but also without the warmth you'd expect from such scenes. I felt a lot more comfortable with the wind swaying me, making me forget about the candles. Now I see them as worthy spectators rather than fire hazards. 
 
 The man's embrace became tighter. It was uncomfortable, and certainly very physically taxing to the woman. I'm settling in nicely to the rhythm of the air, back and forth, candles watching me with glee. The embrace gets even tighter, and now she starts to scream. `` Stop! ``, loud but without another neighbor in the vicinity. She is struggling now, but the man keeps on tightening his arms. I reckon no one dies from a hard embrace. No worries, wind died down a bit but my swaying still leaves my audience in awe. Back and forth. 
 
 He lets go. She starts to sob. I could understand her, having withstand that physical exertion from her partner. Without a blink, he pushed her over the balcony. I could hear her scream as she fell down to the edge of the road. The wind stopped. I stopped my dancing too. She stopped screaming first, though.
