Kindling
Description
To say you have always wondered what could have been would be an understatement, same with not wanting to find out. At the very least, if he does happen to cross your path you hope to whatever divine being is playing these cruel jokes that he won’t be able to recognize you. Just the thought makes your eyes clench shut and the grip on your glass to become deathly. This is your praying face, and you are a coward.
Foreword
It’s a flame that has been unintentionally maintained for quite sometime, and all it takes is a bit more brush before it re-awakens, in much more than its old glory.
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