The Last Verse Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

When she opened her eyes in the greenhouse, the fire had already engulfed the entire garden, coming right before her. The door of the greenhouse was locked from the outside, and the strong smell of alcohol and grease filled the air. She called out loudly for Colette's name until her voice was hoarse from the smoke, and all that responded to her was the roaring of the flames. She felt relieved. Fortunately, Colette had gone out; otherwise, with such a large fire, she would also be in danger. She felt sad. In her last moments of life, she couldn't see her best friend one last time. When Colette returned and saw the burned garden and herself, she would surely be very sad, right? She felt regret. Their lives were just getting better, but this fire would put an end to them. Burning. The house is burning. The sky is burning. The leaves are burning. The petals are burning. The scenes experienced in the garden play out and flow before her: she brought her to the garden, she handed her a rose, she brought her soft bread after a day's toil. They frolicked, chased, lay under the tranquil sunlight, dreaming of the day they would move into the Countess's room. Burning. The past is burning. The future is burning. The garden, with all its stories and emotions, burns fiercely. Tears slid down her face, quickly disappearing under the scorching flames. She felt beauty. In poetry, pain and regret are beautiful. She searched around and found the paper and pen that had been almost entirely consumed by the flames. Gratitude, affection, reluctance, blessing, beauty. She wanted to leave this most beautiful everything to Colette. "...To Colette. Horla, in the fire." At the end of the poem, she left her final signature. A hundred meters away, on the road opposite the garden, Colette seemed to sense something. She looked up, the fierce flames reflecting on her face. Tears slid down her face, quickly disappearing under the scorching flames.