oneword
the torch lit up offering the fact that it might not be to late it wasnt a full flame but it was the kindling spark that made her realize things might be alright it wasn’t that her behavior had changed and it wasn’t that she had noticed it there was something more to the little black chards that came falling off the wick or the melting of the wax between her fingers it just felt like something had hit a star and came back solely to let her know life might be on her side more than she thought
