The carpet caught fire immediately, the flames roaring up, and the woman's smile became even more enigmatic and inscrutable as she watched the fire grow.
The woman tossed the matchbox into the blaze, the rolling heat waves sprayed against her face, her smile bright yet eerie like a sinister flower in bloom.
The fire spread along the carpet, quickly reaching Mark Reed's body.
She turned and left the room, shutting the door, her eerie smile vanishing in an instant, replaced by a heart-wrenching sorrow.
She closed her eyes, feeling the raging fire behind her, thinking the fire would burn away all the hatred. Yet, why did her heart still ache?
The woman finally lost control, sprinted to the end of the corridor to grab a fire extinguisher, then rushed into the room. In an instant, the flames were extinguished by a cloud of white mist, and she sat down beside Mark Reed, defeated. Just a little more, and the sofa he was sleeping on would have caught fire.
