He’s like a hot flame in the middle of a snowstorm. I need him to keep me warm. The thing about fire, though, is it turns wood to ash, and pretty soon, all of the walls I built all those years ago will be nothing but dusted memories. I have to be careful with Eli because he’s the only one who makes me feel that way. Kyrin, on the other hand, would just burn all my shit to the ground and probably use my ash to lace his weed.
