The steep cliff overlooked a few small dwellings, lacking enough to be considered a town. It was a seaside neighborhood with adorable cottages. The cottages were surrounded by a large meadow of flowers. Seeing the small houses made Jonova feel ill knowing what she had to do. Jonova walked down to the bottom of the hill she was on and pulled out a lighter. It burned. The whole neighborhood. Burned. She ran to the car left for her and hopped in. It didn’t turn on.

When it just wouldn’t start, Jonova realized her life had come to a bittersweet end.