She lit a candle and placed it down directly in front of her.
As she sat, she stared intensely at the flame.
Before she knew it, she envied it.
She envied its stillness. She envied how it swayed beautifully back and forth, but never broke its stance.
The flame was what she had wanted to be all along. But he smothered her before she figured out how badly she could burn.
And she went on as a lifeless figure to the flame.