He kissed her.

I knew it would come to this.

He has always wanted what I had. Even when we were children. Why would I expect that to end now? To end with her?

For decades he has tortured me, followed me and tore holes in my life so that I would always be as miserable as he was. And now he's taking away what I value most. He's claiming her as his own.

I expect this from him. I'm not surprised by his actions.

But her.

But her…with all of her declarations of love, she still couldn't find it in her heart to resist him. Couldn't she have thought of me? Couldn't she have at least thought about what she was going to ruin?

My life is ash.

And that kiss was the flame.