After this, I’ll be gone. Erased. Reborn to a world I know nothing about. Alone. What if my guys don’t fight for me? That field of ashes in Ohio isn’t enough to lay it all to rest. Not the love that binds me to them. I’m adrift between the heavens and the embers. Desperate for that taste of the cloudy haze of languid happy they had me floating on. And yet, if they can’t make sense of what they’ve done to me, then finding me won’t be enough anyway. I’ll burn them all like our abandoned home. I’d rather have a taste of Heaven though.
