It was all burning and she saw the flames so clearly, such destruction and turmoil and she thought she was powerless. It didn’t even take a lighter or a match, it was the most beautiful war she had ever won.
He : You are quiet boring, do you know that?
She : Actually my problem is that I tend to become like the person I am dealing with, my fault.
She thought very amusingly, “Gently apply ice on burnt area.”