Adele - Set Fire To The Rain -

She was finally cold, but for the first time in years, she wasn't shivering.

Inside, she heard the muffled sound of Marcus calling her name, his voice thick with confusion. Elena didn't turn back. She watched the fire until it was nothing but black sludge in the mud. She let the rain wash the soot from her hands, stepped into her car, and drove toward the horizon, leaving the burning remains of his lies in her rearview mirror. Adele - Set Fire to the Rain

The air in the cabin was thick with the scent of mahogany and the bitter tang of a dying fire. Elena stood by the window, watching the storm roll over the valley. It wasn't just rain; it was a deluge, the kind that drowned out every sound but the frantic beating of her own heart. She was finally cold, but for the first

She dropped the match onto the gasoline-soaked pile of his belongings she’d dragged out earlier. Whoosh. She watched the fire until it was nothing

She grabbed his designer coat from the rack—the one he wore when he went to see her —and threw it onto the porch. She followed it out into the downpour.

The orange flames roared to life, clashing violently with the gray sheets of rain. It was an impossible sight—a bonfire raging in the middle of a flood. The heat hit her face, a physical manifestation of the rage she’d suppressed for years. As the silk ties and expensive leather shriveled in the heat, Elena felt the weight lifting.