The Wish Collector

by Mia Sheridan

“Love can’t just disappear when this life is through, can it, Jonah? Even if our bodies turn to dust, the love we feel must go somewhere.”

Once upon a time, he had been a man used to the spotlight and now he was a man who danced between moonbeams.

Clara: I just sort of miss your voice.

“Wearing your mistakes and regrets on the outside where others can judge them. But, man, the problem is not that others judge you harshly, it’s that you believe what they say.” Jonah