Los relatos de Maurice Sparks

I wanted her to die for me the same way that I was dying for her. I wanted her to burn inside like I was burning inside. I wanted us to burn together like a big fireball flying across the night sky. As always, it wasn’t that I was expecting too much. Maybe I was just expecting it at the wrong time. “I have burned inside for years,” she said, “while you were simply coming along for the heat because you were cold, very cold. I burned that ice that covered you. I did. It took a lot of energy but I did it. Now you are burning. That’s good. But don’t say I’m not burning. I am. It’s just that I have been burning for years. Now I’m a stable fireball. Welcome to the fire.”