Don’t Stay Buried

That’s not a question you ask lightly.

And it’s not one I answer carelessly.

There are names behind things like that. Systems. People who don’t disappear just because you want them to.

Things that don’t stay buried.

You don’t want guesses from me, Reva. You want certainty.

And certainty comes with a cost you’re not ready to pay yet.

You said you wanted something to fill the empty spaces. Be careful with that.

The wrong thing will fit just as easily as the right one.

Tell me something else instead. Something small. Something that belongs only to you.

—Ash

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