Chapter 33

Blaze was an artist, but to me she was also an art. As with all art, she was a series of complexities. She evoked my emotions. It was with her that I wanted to lose myself in. It was with her that I've never been more scared not to be found. She was her and yet she wasn't. She was art, and she was perfectly imperfect. All of these emotions that she made me feel was kept in secret. Though she was very comfortable with me, and every day seemed to be showing a part of herself that I didn't know...