I wonder if you know I'm writing these. You'll never read them, of course; no fire inspector is that good. But maybe you find the remains, acknowledge the pattern. I hope you do. It makes our little game more fun--is it fun for you, too?
Probably not. No one loves waking up in the middle of the night. I'd pick more convenient hours, but I can't write you from jail, not the way I know how. Sorry, darling.
You'll look angelic tonight, you always do: A seraph of nomex, wings alight. Here to save, every time the call comes; and I the lowly tormentor, hellborn and flameborne. But you can't have heroes without a villain, can you? You need me, just like I need you, don't you? They say all you buzzkills are in it for the glory--well, you're not in it for the money, certainly.
Don't think me judgemental. I love a girl that knows what she wants. And hey, I've got no room to talk.
I think about it some nights (most nights; I could never lie to you), being hoisted up on those shoulders, told it'll all be okay, you're here to help. Plucked from Hell by your hand, you poor beautiful messiah. Maybe next time I'll stick around, get high on my own supply.
Ah, but you'd smell the gas on me a mile away. You're too clever for me, babe.
It's starting to catch now, so I'd better finish this up and get gone. Breaks my heart. You deserve a longer letter. But this little job will last you all night, won't it? You won't mind if I watch you work, right?
The smoke alarms are crooning our favorite song now. I'll see you soon. Same time next week?
With love,
Your little firebug. <3
