The Flame Danced. Moving seductively as it twisted around my finger. Twirled up my arm. Lit up my torso.
“Someday I will be strong enough to lift, not one, but both of us.” -Taylor Swift
-Written by Jae Lei Nyght ©2012JaeLeiNyght
They pulled up to the house a quarter after one. The police lights flashed: first red, then blue, across the all white house. It was the perfect place for a young child to grow up in. Only he wouldn’t be . . . . . . because he was missing.
Always? Always. “I will love you always.”