Being honest is a fickle thing, because it can backfire. And sometimes that fire even though it is intended to bring warmth and light, can turn into a raging fire bringing all of life to a blaze.

That’s how June felt anyway, she saw a burning forest where I lit a candle. I still don’t know if she actually believes him, or she is just wanting to wish what he said was true. The only thing is that how many days am I going to sit here playing the home wrecker card? I’m not sorry for speaking up, I’m not sorry for lighting the candle where the darkness allowed him to cheat on her. But if in the darkness, a light can be so skewed. With nothing else to compare it to, it stands brighter than normal. And that’s where June lives, tunnel vision, down a dark alley where even the kindest intentions become burnt.