I burned in flames in front of her eyes. I watched her beat him to the ground for me. I watched her love me.
Alexandder could no longer see anything beyond the flames. Shapes and designs no longer existed as everything went into chaos in front of him. He thought dogs were supposed to be man's best friend. If that was the case, what was happening right now? There was no denying that his owner pushed him. There we no fighting against the fact he was burning alive. There was no lying to himself about the reality and how he was dying.