Ashes

Someday he’s going to kill her. And she won’t say a single word putting her life in his hands. It wasn't worth anything anyway. Not anymore.

And maybe in the next life they will be reborn as beautiful phoenixes. As something exceptional and wonderful and worthy. Now they were just two piles of ashes, twirling and intertwining in the air, as the cold flow of the wind swept them off the marble floor.