💡 Lights Out
𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬.. 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬... Killing somebody once was bad enough. Watching the only person I never resented die was only worse. I swore to myself that after Rosalie's death, I'd never speak of Flicker again. It was merely a figment of my imagination. However, there's more to this that I could never have imagined. Recei...