It was a beautiful summer night, around the middle of June. Stars twinkled above the city where everyone was in love and everyone was safe.
Just two days ago, a pair of newlyweds moved into their first house. It wasn't a big house, but there was enough room for the both of them and any children they might want to have. It was a rather pretty house, too, painted cream with soft blue accents. The floors were all made of smooth oak, and there were plenty of windows that could be thrown open for the breeze in the summer or shut tight against the winter cold.
The pair were in love with their house, though they didn't love it nearly as much as they loved each other.
It was on this summer night, two days after they moved in, that the man told his wife, "I'm going out to get a bottle of wine. I won't be long," then kissed her on the cheek before bounding out the door, his heart soaring with his love for the woman.
After he retrieved the bottle of wine, he stopped by a flower shop to buy a dozen red roses for his love. She deserved the flowers. They were almost as beautiful as she was.
Then, he saw a chocolate shop, and, of course, he had to get some of those for her too. Because she was worth it.
He was only gone for about an hour, but the sight that met his eyes when he returned home was devastation that should have taken much longer to create.
His whole house was up in flames. The neighbors had all evacuated, and he searched the crowd for his wife.
She was nowhere to be found.
Hours later, when the fire had been contained, a policeman, a friend of the young man's, walked up to him and said, "I'm sorry. We didn't find…she must have been completely burned."
The young man started to cry. His friend put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Francis."
AN: HAHAHA. I WILL WRITE THIS.
Stay tuned for more because this is just a teaser/prequel~