I sit down and eat my dinner across from Wild. She glances over at me, deciphering my mood immediately. Wildflower: You need to let him go. Prosperity: I don’t have him. Wildflower: And you never will. Wild’s words have me shook. I try to come up with a million reasons…
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I’m flying too close to the sun because the colors are brighter there. I can feel the intense heat, and it’s becoming uncomfortable. I know it’ll only lead to me either burning up or falling, but the temptation of seeing just how much closer I can get is irresistible. This…