Disclaimer: I own nothing with regard to these characters or the background story.

A/N: I just want to profusely thank my amazing beta Lemon-of-the-tent for all her work with my story. It wouldn't be the same without her.


I never imagined I would be this girl.

I know it will hurt both of them, all of them. Do I even care anymore? But it's not really my choice is it?

It never was.

Not really.

The pain is all I can feel now. This pain is different from anything I have ever felt. Its crimson form feels like a living creature devouring me. It's all consuming, beyond blinding and at the same time…somehow… purifying. It's the fire of creation. Destroying and renewing. And maybe, just maybe, I can emerge. Leave behind all this emotional pain and regret, the longing, the wondering, the guilt and the recrimination. Maybe I can become the phoenix. Emerge from theses eternal flames.

…new, clean, pure.

Maybe, through this, I can be free.