Paradigm

You lost your home, burning it down without a care, and then came the cold midwinter.
The parademic said you were okay, but you were sure—so sure!—he was calming you down, helping you to face the fated end.
You said to your mother and brother that you had no regrets, that you were glad to live the life you did, that all unfinished business was bygone.
Unfinished chapters relegated to the annals of bygone eras, better left to die!