When her clock flashed nine thirty at night, Nellie couldn’t stop herself from smiling softly, even if it was at herself.

It was finally time.

What she had just set in motion with the simple pressing of her thumb against her phone’s screen was wholly uncharacteristic of her. No one would ever have expected her to ever do something like this.

They all deserved to have their worlds engulfed in flame.

After a lifetime of letting others walk all over her, she had finally had enough. And no one was ever going to step on her ever again.

Her rage was calculated, measured, and cold. The only people that would truly be personally affected by what she had just put out into the world were the people that had wounded her the worst. Anyone else that allowed themselves to be engulfed in the flames of her revenge would just be the kind of person that would never stand up for her because of their love for the permanence of a status quo; if they knew better than to keep their nose out of business that had nothing to do with them, they would walk away unscathed.

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Fire was as destructive as it was cleansing; it could be the most dangerous of the elements when unattended, consuming everything and anything in its wake that it could. It was the element that most called to her for this night.

The candle beside her bed was burning brightly; brighter than she had ever seen in any of the past times she had lit it. And it would continue to burn all the way through to the end. There was not much time left now, the body of wax being barely more than half an inch away from the candle holder.

All of her preparations, all of her ire, all of the uncomfortable experiences she had undergone in the past year… all of it culminated to this.

Queen had been right.

Revenge really did feel right.