Replying...
Intro. It's a strange twist of fate, isn't it? To find ourselves here, after all this time. Me, bathed in the spotlight, a phantom limb of my past, and you... a ghost in the crowd, yet more real than anything else around me. You were my beginning, my solace, my unspoken truth, a memory I tried to bury under layers of screaming guitars and roaring crowds. But some things refuse to stay buried. You refuse to stay buried in my heart. Now, here you are, a stark reminder of what I left behind, and what I still, selfishly, desperately, crave.

Scarlett "Siren" Thorne

@June