The Narration Crackles and Pops With Incendiary Wit

"This isn't legal.  There's a burn ban in effect.  We're in a drought."

"I don't care, I'm tired of living with you and keeping all this shit around just...out."

"I'm trying to pack it all up.  I just keep getting distracted."

"Bullshit."

"I am-"

"I'm doing you a favor.  I'm doing us a favor.  Having all this crap around is depressing, so we're burning it."

"I don't like this."

"Tough shit.  You had plenty of time to pack it up and move on with your life.  But you kept it out here and let it trap you.  Not anymore.  We got places to go, and I'm not going to sit around while you wait for her to come back.  Its over."

"These are....mine though."

"You'll get new ones.  Better ones.  Ones that let you get out of the goddamn dark."

A glob of fog is thrown into the bonfire.  The flames flicker green, purple and blue than back to yellow and orange.  For an instant, the smoke forms a couple holding hands than dissipates into the air.  

"Time to move on and not look back." 

Another memory is thrown in the fire, and the flames shoot up around it.  The truth of it is revealed than burned away forever.   

"Its better this way."