Spence was my first love, my only free fall, my terrible heartache.

Me: shy, quiet, nervous.

Him: outgoing, intimidating, and wild, all the things I wasn’t.

Yet we collided, smoke turning to stardust changed to flesh.

Such catastrophic connection couldn’t last. We split apart—not separated, because that word is so gentle and we cracked in half—and I haven’t seen him in two and a half years.

We aren’t the same; we never were. I hoped, but hope is nothing but a hellbent dream. I made it two years without him, I could make it forever more.

I became, in one word, happy.

And then I was kidnapped.

Spence...save me...