a moan that rose into a cry and then a loud wordless yell and he opened his mouth
and the fire came blazing out, blazing out to consume everything, bursting over the blackness, over the yew tree, too,
setting it ablaze along with the rest of the world, burning it back as Conor yelled and yelled and yelled, in pain and grief–
And he spoke the words. He spoke the truth. He told the rest of the fourth tale.
“I can’t stand it any more!” he cried out as the fire raged around him.
“I can’t stand knowing that she’ll go! I just want it to be over! I want it to be finished!”
And then the fire ate the world, wiping away everything, wiping him away with it.
He welcomed it with relief, because it was, at last, the punishment he deserved.
LIFE AFTER DEATH
Conor opened his eyes. He was lying on the grass on the hill above his house. He was still alive.
Which was the worst thing that could have happened. “Why didn’t it kill me?” he groaned, holding his face in his hands.
“I deserve the worst.” “Do you?” the monster asked, standing above him.
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