Its truly fascinating how such beautiful flames could bring such damage to things we hold most close to us. How one minute you could be holding it so tight to you, and the next you would be watching it burn into dust until it’s long gone, and far from your reach. Lily’s older brother Andy would deliver her letters every beginning of a new month, he would send her these letters to comfort lily in knowing that he was still in her reach and was far from those beautiful flames. But we all know no story can end perfectly, well maybe it can for you but Lily knew she would never get her happy ending. For everything she had once held tight had been long forgotten in those beautiful flames. The once happy and blissful memory’s she had oh so long ago those were gone, along with every chance of making new ones too.
Before Lily had come here she had brought her small box of letters to comfort her while she was away, she thought that they would help but they didn’t. Lily now knew the only thing that could help was to burn them, to burn every two hundred sixty five letter that Andy had sent her. To throw another year worth of happy memory’s into those beautiful flames,to have another thing come crashing down onto her.
Closing the now empty box that once carried her beloved memory, she set it down on the table. Taking a deep breath Lily sat down on the edge of the bed, and stared at burning pieces of paper. It had been hours that Lily sat there watching the flames, even after the letters were long burnt away to ash.