It was night and I was watching a man with dark long hair and facial hair tending a large bonfire. Every now and then he would go inside the house nearby and come out with something and place it into the bonfire.
It was then I began to realize what was happening. That I was observing him in an unemotional disembodied fashion.
I began to recall, as I watched him, that this man had slowly isolated me, when I was still in a body, from everyone we knew, professing his undying love for me. I could sense that I was young through all of this. That forced isolation made it so no one even knew of me at all, let alone would miss me now that I was dead. In this isolation, he got what he wanted. He got me all to himself. His obsession with love for me was so suffocating that he eventually actually did literally suffocated the life out of me. Once he had done that, he knew he needed to hide the evidence of his crime. That is when he, bit by bit, took pieces of my flesh from my body and went outside to burn them. He did this in almost a ritualistic fashion which lasted throughout the evening, starting with my heart and finishing with my head. He was very careful to make sure that all the bones were pulled back out. He then pulverized them and put then in a bag. He then cleaned up the house and put out the fire, being very careful and meticulous to not leave any trace of what he had done behind him.
I recall that a few neighbors did look out the window nearby to wonder what he was doing and sensed they could feel that something wasn't right, but nobody acted upon that.
When he had completed the disposal of my body, he picked up the bag that held all that remained....the pulverized bones. He then walked out into the woods and slowly began to scatter their dust into the wind.
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