TiaMolosi
Reaching out for the sixth candle sitting beside him, its pure and untouched demeanor was a stark contrast to what he was planning to do with it.
He watched as the tip of its wick began to ignite, observing as the flame began to lick at the wax closest to it, like a drop of heat, causing it to slightly melt.
Releasing a breath, wait, when did he start holding it?
(this will probably change when this is complete, so don't stay too attached 😏)