A. Clements

“I just need you, Ghost. I can’t do this without you.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat, my eyes burning. “Do what?” He gestured vaguely all around us. “Any of it. It’s like I’ve been living in the dark, buried six fucking feet underground since you…” He dropped his arms, defeated. “It’s like I can finally breathe. Finally feel the sun. I couldn’t go back. I can’t go back. Not now that I know what this feels like. So take it. Take it all. I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
― Elena Lawson, Warped Minds