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His peace lily died earlier that day. He'd forgotten to move it away from the window, and the sun killed it.
Sunlight, heat, fire. That power never stopped destroying. It killed plants. It killed people. It killed friendships. It killed second chances. It killed love.
No one wanted to try and heal the damage, so they left. He couldn't blame them.
He'd tried. He'd honestly tried to keep that flower alive. But he'd messed up. Again. Now he was useless. Again. He could only stand and watch death take its victim.
Maybe he should let the fire take him too.