As the cinders of what I once called my home rose from the ground, forming terrible gaseous smoke and clouds of ashen smog, it hit me: I had caused this. The bodies of my former colleagues lying on the ground were my own doing; the burning house that surrounded me was a consequence of my own actions, and the cries of my wife all those nights ago were because I refused to let go of the book in my hand, refused to let it burn like the many others that came before it. Once a respected fireman and enforcer, burning the laws of society into people’s minds, all I had left was the name they had called me by on the news: The refugee, Guy Montag, a man who had slaughtered his own coworkers in a fit of insanity, a man who had brought an entire library home in an
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The fact I’m on the run right now is not her fault, and, even if it was, I may even thank her for leading me down the “wrong” path. She made me realize so, so much about my life, about my unhappiness, about my own gradual undoing, unbeknownst to even me. Were it not for Clarisse, I’m not entirely sure where I would be today. If not for Millie, I may have gotten us all killed too soon and too early. Though my life at the moment is not something I’d wish upon even my enemies, I’m thankful this is what it’s all led to. Clarisse and Millie both had their part in this story, neither playing a minor role in my life as they helped shape it. If I’m able to escape the sirens bellowing down the street and the red, white, and blue lights shining down from above the city, I will make sure that what they had done for me had not gone to waste. The pains they had suffered and their experience dancing with death would not go to waste. But. Now was not the time to reminisce about the people I held dear in life. That deadly beast, mechanical hound, was after me, and it would very soon close the small gap that kept myself and death himself
The fact I’m on the run right now is not her fault, and, even if it was, I may even thank her for leading me down the “wrong” path. She made me realize so, so much about my life, about my unhappiness, about my own gradual undoing, unbeknownst to even me. Were it not for Clarisse, I’m not entirely sure where I would be today. If not for Millie, I may have gotten us all killed too soon and too early. Though my life at the moment is not something I’d wish upon even my enemies, I’m thankful this is what it’s all led to. Clarisse and Millie both had their part in this story, neither playing a minor role in my life as they helped shape it. If I’m able to escape the sirens bellowing down the street and the red, white, and blue lights shining down from above the city, I will make sure that what they had done for me had not gone to waste. The pains they had suffered and their experience dancing with death would not go to waste. But. Now was not the time to reminisce about the people I held dear in life. That deadly beast, mechanical hound, was after me, and it would very soon close the small gap that kept myself and death himself