his mood has been plummeting lately. with it falls his mind.
so he takes out his torch and heads outside into the frigid night, gasoline slithering under his feet and embers rising in the orange sky.
"buggy!" shouts a familiar voice from the alley. "what're you doing? you said you wouldn't ignite!"
the man turns and looks the other in the eye, a fire raging in his irises. he didn't care. this wasn't buggy anymore.
tonight walks the arsonist.
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had to get some writing outta my system before i Died