CROIX
She gave me a lighter. She gave me a f*****g lighter like she didn’t know what it meant to me. I raised my hand, lighter in hand tempted to throw it off the cliff but I stopped. I couldn’t bring myself to even if I wanted to. I loved this lighter and I still do.
I clicked it and the flame flashed before my eyes. I knew we shared birthdays. I remembered the first birthday and last birthday we had together. I chuckled even as a single tear dropped from my eye. I loved that day so much.
FLASHBACK
I crawled into the basement, my arm around my body, my hand pressing against the wound. The wound bled profusely and I struggled to get to the counter where I kept the bandages.
My hand barely reached the counter as I sat, back to the freezer. I finally reached for it and grabbed the firs
