…I stand in the street, gazing back at what once was home.
I’d lived there so briefly, and had such hopes for it, that I can’t help shock at its loss, too sudden to be properly prepared for.
But then, isn’t every loss?
Precious few hours ago, I welcomed guests, took coats, so prideful, so pleased at my new apartment, so unaware of what was to come.
Now I’ve lost it all to the flames, my hubris proving my downfall, suddenly homeless.
I should not have invited Prometheus to my housewarming.
What on earth did I expect him to bring?