What if We Drown
But the ghost that formed before her, bathed in the lighthouse's beam, stole her breath in a gasp.
My Lighthouse. Her hands trembled, and she tucked them against her chest, hoping Lana hadn't noticed.
"The lighthouse? What is it about the lighthouse that's holding you back?" With her head tilted to the side, Lana's gaze examined Ashlyn, no doubt confused by the words she'd spoken without a second thought.
Her stare focused on her lap, the corner of the lighthouse in her peripheral vision, Ashlyn explained.
His light is gone, and without it, I feel so lost. I'm trapp
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