Maya is just a girl from a small town, a girl who seeks to fill the void that left behind the fire...
Ash is just a lonely boy, just out of the reformatory he enrolls in the university to have a new beginning.
both are going through difficult situat...
It was dark, complete silence except for the thoughts of a 7-year-old girl, Mom and I sitting at the side of the couch with our minds scattered in two different worlds ... When the door handle opened, Dad strode in give me a hug one of those that can take all your problems away... - hi my little He used to call me like that while caressing my golden hair, but when his arms left my body his eyes changed and he removed my mother to talk alone, both used to do that, supposed adult themes that a girl of my age should not know, but this time mom's face I adopt the worry of dad and with tearful eyes approached me holding me tightly and whispering in my ear: - run to the attic and do not leave until we go to look for you ok baby? Now... run Maya, RUN! So I did... I ran and ran without looking back, with my heart between my fingers, my vision blurred with unanswered questions, and when I arrived I shut myself up and remained silent with only the sound of my breathing, when a porthole broke the disturbing peace making the environment more dense than before ... I only heard voices, 3 men apparently and my mother's voice in the background ... - please not here, I beg of you ... not in front of my Maya... - sorry lady but we have orders, your husband did not fulfill the deal and we are not authorized to have mercy, find the girl I will finish this here... I heard footsteps crossing my head again and again, when the footsteps stopped three shots take it's place, my mother let out a heartrending scream that took my breath away... tears started so roll down my chicks, my father had died... mom's cries scattered the pain inside my chest, until they stopped with another 3 shots ... - NOOOOO! I screamed... I remember that I fell on my knees piercing with the splinters that the wooden floor had, the atmosphere was gradually filled with smoke and soon the sadness turned into anger ... an uncontrollable anger so I stand up and with all my strength I opened the door so that a puff of smoke invaded my trachea closing my esophagus ... the men of the beginning was burning the house, but I felt no fear ... I did not feel sadness or anger, only an emotion, an emotion that had never sense, it took every part of my body to take control completely ... I felt power ... the fire, that powerful glow emanating came closer and closer to me, but the closer it was the more intense it turned to emotion. .. until one of the fathoms reached me, I felt the crunching of my skin with the direct contact of the fire ... it did not burn, it did not burn and the more it rose the more the sensation increased, I looked at the man, the one who burned the house, I closed my eyes and watched as his body melted into the fire with I lost strength to let myself be swallowed by this and when I opened my eyes the man was dead, consumed by the burning flames of the fire ... That day marked my life forever, with an adjective that would define me for the rest of my days .. I was declared arsonist ...
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• Arsonist: person who have an special connection with fire, that feels pleasure or satisfied by seeing it or touching it
