You're the brightest thing I've ever seen, Kaylee. You're this beautiful ball of fire spitting sparks out at the world, burning fiercely, holding back the dark by sheer will. And I always knew that if I reached out -- if i tried to touch you -- I'd get burned. Because you're not mine. I'm not supposed to feel the fire. I'm not supposed to want it. But I do. I want you, Kaylee, like I've never wanted anything. Ever. I want the fire. I want the heat, and the light, and I want the burn.
Rachel VincentIโm saying that I can wait. For now. But when things get back to normalโassuming that ever happensโI want my shot. We can make each other happy, Faythe. I know it. And Iโm done walking away from things I want just because they donโt come easily. Youโre worth the work.
Rachel Vincent