Robin Lafevers

“I have always been willful and stubborn. It is one of my greatest sins.”
“But is it a sin? If it allows you to survive? Endure? Prevail?”

“Be safe, my love,” a voice murmurs. Then I feel the press of cool lips upon my eyelids.

“I would, for I will no longer sit and wait patiently for my happiness to grow like some budding fruit on the limbs of a tree, but will mold it and shape it with my own hands.”

Impossible things do happen. But only if we make them.