I wrap us tight on the floor in my blanket, rocking him back & forth, not sure how I got here with this beautiful, sharp-edged boy whose voice is dipped in spirit & dust, who smells like rain & dirt. & me (Moth) a spark that won’t unlight— a spark that wants to be a wildfire— to ignite.
Literally how did they’d relationship become this where was the build up to this???
