Carrie Emberlyn 💫

The mother, flustered, hushed the child and pushed the cart away. But Carrie just smiled. It wasn't an insult. It was a fact.

Leo stood there, perfectly still. His face wasn't scared. It was… reverent. He looked at the faint, fading glow in her hair, then at her wide, terrified eyes. carrie emberlyn

Carrie Emberlyn, the woman who had become a museum exhibit of one, finally had a visitor who wasn't there to stare at the glass case. He was there to open it. And for the first time, she didn't try to douse the flame. She let it flicker. Just a little. Just for him. And it felt, at last, less like a curse and more like a name. The mother, flustered, hushed the child and pushed

Carrie felt a crack in the dam she’d built around herself. It was a fact

They didn't.

Then, one winter, she met Leo.