Since I have known her, Susannah has been a flame in bloom. She took me from ash and made me human. I fear if she spends one more day in the garden, her flame will dwindle, and to ash I will return. She cannot wait any longer for me to be brave. If I don’t choose her, she will not wait around. I know this, I know this, I know. And still a naive part of me thinks that since we have made it this far, we will make it forever. If we existed for even a second, we could exist eternally. That might be too romantic to be true. She has existed without me before, she could do it again. Doesn’t she
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