I have always been fascinated by fire. Little did I know that fire would soon consume everything I had ever loved. You see, love combined with fire can fix as well as destroy. It destroyed me from the inside out. As I look around the burning ruins, tears well up in my eyes. I caused this. I caused all of this.
Walking slowly upon the white-hot sidewalk, I look around, only to see burning buildings and bodies crumbling to pieces, ashes floating to the ground like snow, some catching in my hair. I guess Charon was correct. All lives end in suffering and tragedy. I walk to the edge of the city and look over the ledge that leads to the one place fire is always accepted.

I took a deep breath and allowed myself to fall.

Now, that was a crappy opening, wasn't it? Yes, yes, I know. This is the climax of the story; you slow readers out there. Let's try going to the beginning of the story, shall we?