What shocked me was he lit it. I didn't expect that. He had threatened before but he had never actually looked like he was going to go through with it. Now he had, and before my face was a match with a mesmerizing flame dancing on its tip. I didn't away even though I could see my death in the flickering light. I still didn't believe he would hurt me. 'All of this,' he indicated the space around us, 'is over. This is the end.' I reached out for him and he held out the match to meet me and I watched, dazed, as my whole arm went up in flames. 'Why? I love you. Don't you…' But before I finished he was gone. I stood there alone, slowly burning to nothingness. My last breath echoed around me, sounding distinctly like the name of my killer. 'Riff.'