and "Fire ends up consuming everything we hold dear. and " Those were the last words I spoke to my beautiful Plaything the night I tore his heart out. I had no idea how right I was. With those words and ensuing actions, I burned the last ounce of humanity I had left. I burned my second chance. And most unforgivable, I burned out the loving light in the eyes of someone dearer to me than I realized. Am I redeemable?