Fable of Disillusionment

Five years after my death, I saw the girl I liked, who also liked me, wearing a wedding dress as white as snow, using the crystal ball I originally gave her to open a long, irreparable wound on her left wrist in her own bedroom, and then seeing the groom who was so persistent and determined to caress her body over and over again, I finally shed blue tears. I willingly fell into the splashing flames, letting it burn blazingly under my feet, spreading upward, until I was destroyed!