lmao bad fanfiction

I blew out the candle I lit earlier. It looks sad. Isolated. As if it looks into my soul. I stare into the abyss, and the abyss stares back. 'im sorry' i whisper into the air. A single tear runs down my face. I wonder if there is an afterlife for it, for me.
As I look at the pitiful tealight, I wonder a lot of things. Maybe its ok. maybe im forgiven?

I shouldve let it burn. I should have let it last, but it's too late

The white wax looks cold now, icy.
Dead.
The vanilla aroma still lingers in the air.
Like dead body smell in a morgue.
I reach out my hand to the candle, then withdraw, It's wrong.
i have to... let it go..
I know I can still light the candle again, but it will never be the same.