I never thought that I would fall in love with the baker.
People said I was only with him for his bread.
So I burned his shop down, knowing I would still love him, and that in doing so I could prove my love to the doubters.
I stood there alongside him, watching his bakery burn; burning like my passion for him.
I can’t say if the sweet baking smells were in my mind, or whether they were the goods on display in the window, baking for a second time.
But I did it!
I proved my true love.
Despite the public display of my affections, we are not together anymore.
It ended that same night, when he found out that I was responsible for the fire.
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