A/N: I don't really need these all the time, but I just like writing them…weird, right? Anyways. I thought of this during a test. I really need to focus more…but I hope you guys like it!
Fire is pouring from the sky, scorching everything in its path. Men are screaming. Women are screaming. Children are screaming.
She remembers the last time this happened, a mere eight years ago. He was still alive. He was still breathing. He was still with her.
Now he is gone. Her last attachment to this earth has passed on.
Now she is free.
She walks – limps – outside into the fiery rain, praying to the spirits that they will understand. That she will not be shunned. That she will see him again.
The fire sizzling and falling against her face does not feel good. But his touch will.
To be united again with him, she must die in fire.
The fire is now coming faster, harder, fiercer – and so her death comes faster, harder, fiercer.
She is old. Her limbs have begun to be stiff and her joints have begun to be sore. She will not last very long.
But that is good. Quick is good. Death is good. He is good.
She sees other bodies lying on the ground, their owners gone on. Bodies burnt, bodies broken, bodies lifeless.
Hers will soon look the same.
Now! She can feel it. The pull to the other world – the pull to him. The pull to happiness.
She will be gone soon. Soon nothing will remain of her but an old worn out body.
The fire is finally strong enough to end her and she closes her eyes, ready to open them again in her next life.
She is dead. She is gone. She is happy.
A/N: I was thinking of combining my random depressing oneshots into a random depressing series. What do you think?