“Grief does that—makes you run and hide in places it can’t find you so easily. But now, that grief had melted away, like a candle burning gently through the night. And she was ready to go back. That’s how it works for most people. That’s how it’s supposed to be. You grieve. You heal. You move on. But his candle… his candle had steel-clad, it seemed.” DesireHeartacheYearningLiterary FictionTender LoveDeep FriendshipGhostinkModern Literature StorytellingContemporary Romanceromance Book:Ink On My Skin! Source: Ink On My Skin!