I stared at him, the hole in my chest pulsating. Pain spread through my body like a flame in a dry forest. Eating away from my body piece by piece. For a second I was sure that my knees would buckle and I would fall... and that made me so angry.
Once again, he turned me into the mess of emotions I hated so much.
Fucking bastard.
And the pain was replaced with anger, pure hot rage.
Flames once again jumped, raising the temperature of the room.
But the bastard in question didn't even flinch. He continued to stare at me talking, but I didn't process a word he said. It was like anger clouded all of my senses.
In my mind I could almost see him, buried in flames.
I could almost smell his burning skin, as flames ate away at him bit by bit.
And I saw the tongue of the flames touch his sk
