Edrie

A story for the dead - The Torch

The Torch
Three days ago she had sent him a funny email, one where she opened herself up and was the person she used to be. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for, maybe she hoped that the person he used to be would read it and respond. That didn’t happen, instead she got the person he was now, pointing out all of the ways she could have done things better and should give him credit for the things he did do right.

She didn't feel like giving him credit for anything, she didn't feel he deserved credit for fucking up what they had had and making her realize that true love was a lie that he told her over and over again because he needed her, not because he really loved her.

She told him to sign the paper, the one last thing that bound them legally, and to send it to her. She decided to wait until she got that to even think about paying his bills, after all she didn't really have to anymore - she hadn't really had to from the start, from that Sunday when he didn't show up, from that Friday when he went to get that other woman and fuck her in their bed and feed her at the restaurants they had gone to and buy her the clothes that she herself had always wanted to buy.

He emailed today - why hadn't you paid the Citi card? I need to know if you will do this ASAP so I can figure something out. She was tired of answering, tired of helping him figure things out. She was tired of bankrolling that other woman and all of her wants and needs on a trip she was not invited on. She was going to do it on the 11th, as soon as the loan check cleared, if he cared, he would have asked if she was OK not if she would pay.

She printed our all of his emails and stood on her back porch crumpling them and filling her pockets with them, then she used the lighter fluid meant for the grill and turned herself into a torch taking all of his emails with her.