The flame danced along his fingertips as he stared into the crowd. Looking for her. They showed up by the droves to watch him perform, but never that one person he wanted to be there. His wife. She had been disgusted and appalled by his transformation. Her voice echoed in his mind as he absentmindedly sent a jet of flame to almost touch an audience member, who shrieked in delight. I can’t stay with you any longer. You’re not even human anymore Well, maybe he wasn’t. Maybe when they were messing around with his genes they changed something that made him human. But he still felt human. Why couldn’t she accept that?
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