To: Myself, because I love him.

Lighters

If someone were to try to get to know me they'd probably ask where I was born, and what my fucking life was like before I came to Xavier's.

Or maybe they'd even want to know about what a piece of shit my smoker of a dad was. And how he would take his lighter, burn the end, and press cigarettes into my skin as his way to "discipline" me.

Then they'd find out how one day I discovered I had the ability to finally burn him instead.

On that day I ran out the house and never looked back. Not even to see if there was anything left.

Yeah. They'd ask all that kind of crap.

Which is why I just stick to my lighter.