Fire and ice
I stood in front of the street at night as I watched my house dissapear in flames, and I found myself being fascinated by the fire and the colors it showed. Burning and destroying slowly yet thoroughly, leaving nothing on its path.
And yet as I admired it, I felt a strange sense of joy and freedom. I escaped. I was free. He could no longer hurt me. As I walked away from the mess that was my old house and all of my stuff that was no longer useless or in any way meaningful ,I took one more turn to say goodbye to the town I lived in for so long, the town that was my own personal hell, and him. My husband.