The flames burned a deep red and amber, almost livid purple, as I stared across the street at the house on fire.

I watched half naked from my window as various firefighters attempted to put out the inferno, but it was quite obvious that nothing and no one inside was going to survive. At the top of the house, I saw some flames flicker up with the winter wind, it’s violent hands trying desperately to catch something.

The bright embers and ashy smoke slowly danced towards the sky, dispersing into the night with sheer disappointment, as that main mother raged on. It smelled almost like a heated soldering iron, or as if some wires and rubber were being burnt across the neighbourhood. And it was excruciatingly hot. It was so hot, I almost felt my eyebrows burn from a hundred feet away, here in my room.

It was beautiful to watch and mildly entertaining at this point, until there was an extremely putrid smell that took over, like a bad barbeque party that had gone horribly, horribly wrong. It was quite sickening and disturbing to the senses, and was a smell in which I will never forget. I guess I never really thought of what burning flesh would smell like…

Now I know.

As the flames continued their ravish on their meal, I thought about all the good times I’d spent in that house. My eyes filled with water as the memories flooded my brain…And then…that’s when I heard her screams.

I grabbed my binoculars from the nightstand below my window and focused in on her screaming. I stood there and watched as her burning body wriggled and writhed.

I stood and watched as she frantically thrashed at the flames with her one good hand, but, to no avail of course.

I watched as her T-shirt began to blacken and fuse to her once perfect skin…polyester and epidermis becoming one.

I watched as the firemen desperately tried to help her as she appeared to be melting through her bedroom window, but the intense heat was just too much for them, and they were unable to make any kind of safe rescue. Besides, any rescue attempt would have been fought in vain, as I’d brought the best and strongest handcuffs I could find. She would never be able to get out of them and I made sure they were secure when I used her open window last night.

As it all began to die down and the last embers were dying out, a single tear finally rolled down my cheek, and the screaming eventually stopped.

With a broken heart and a strange sense of numb enjoyment, I had only one thought:: That fucking cheating slut deserved it.

I feel so alone now though, and I just want to find someone new. Some people say that time is the only healer, but, I disagree. I think I’ll feel better when I find someone new.

I will find someone new to watch…Won’t I?