When I told Val that my fire had been extinguished, I was convinced it was an immutable fact. I was so sure that in order to find that necessary spark to reignite the flame, I would need the flesh and blood presence of a healer, a lover, a friend.
"Spontaneous Combustion!" She says.
I wanted... to smack her.
... and yet...
Ghost seems to have done just that.
I can't explain it. All I know is that since I started writing the Ghost Story: Broken Angel, other things have been reawakening in me.
I don't know where it's all coming from. I just know it's there, and I'm glad.
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