She could have been passed out inside and I missed her. Or she could have crawled in just before everything went up in flames. If she had died… I grip the lighter tighter, knuckles turning white. Blaze’s near-death is the only thing I’m sorry for. I won’t apologize for what I did because that house held nothing but trauma, but I deserve what she did to my place.
Ugh its disgusting how in love he is. I love it.
