Alexandar

He stared at the place where his home used to be - the place he had grown up in. He remembered his childhood, all the games he played in that house, how his late parents always made sure that house was a safe place for him. Now it was gone.

But there was something memorising about the way the fire flickered through the house, how it consumed everything in it's path. It went where it wanted. Over the next few weeks Alexandar spent his days rebuilding his life, but his nights were filled with images of smoke and flames. At first these images scared him, but they gradually started to change. Instead of the fire trying to consume him and everything he owned, he was in control of the fire. The thoughts consumed Alex until one night he couldn't stand them anymore.

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Alexandar stood in front of the old abandoned house. He stared at the flames consuming the building. In the distance he heard sirens and ran away to watch from a distance. The firemen extinquised the fire, leaving an empty, black shell. Alexandar smiled and headed back home, patting the box of matches in his pocket.