Up in Flames

by Eden Finley

I know how to save a life, so I know how easy it is to reverse-alive someone.

“And I’m not in love with Remy. He’s just …” My ideal guy, perfect in every way, and—I drop my head to the table and sigh. “He should’ve been with me that whole time,”

Our stations cross paths a lot, and it could be super awkward if you kept going, it blew up in your faces, and then you had to see each other at work. I mean, awkward for you. I’d make popcorn in whatever fire we’re putting out.”

And those hockey people take it very seriously. For a player, it’s not an emergency unless someone’s unconscious. And even then, it only counts if the body isn’t blocking the goal.”

If he says they’re back together, I swear I’m going to scream, but I did say for him to make his choice. To lead his life. If his life is Eman, I’m going to have to deal with that. Or make Eman have an accident. Off a cliff. Remy did say he wanted action.

I liked it.” “You did?” “Yeah.” He rubs his stubble. “Not as much as I like naked Remy, and funny Remy, and showing off Remy, but verbally abusive hockey fan Remy was an experience.”

“Because you’re a good boy.” “When it comes to you, I’m beginning to think I’m really, really not.”

Remy and I are drowning in each other, thinking we can make each other float, but eventually, one of us has to let go, or we’ll both get hurt.

Life has to break me before it can fix me. Apparently. Well, here I am. Broken. Alone.