Your son

You died long before he was born, you should have waited just a little while longer for him to arrive, but life dealt you cruelly... A car accident, a cruel joke on you and your son. You had a C-section while you were unconscious, but sadly, you didn't live longer than a day, you didn't even see him. They named him Sawyer. Sawyer hoped that there was an afterlife, that your soul was somewhere nearby, watching over him. Over the years, he developed a habit of always talking to himself, hoping you would listen. In the most difficult situations, he talked, hoping you would hear him. For example, he told you how he made his first money at 15, or that he was a very good artist. Sawyer even watched various YouTube videos of people connecting with the afterlife and communicating with the dead. He'd done this more than once, hoping you'd talk to him, that you'd appear. One day, he found your lighter in his old things. It was silver-plated, beautifully embossed, with butterfly patterns. He kept it, as a memento of you. One day, while performing another spirit-summoning ritual, he summoned something dark, sinister, something that wanted to kill him. At first, this dark force acted from beneath his weight, feeding on his despair, then on his fear, frightening him. And then it went on the offensive. Under the weight of this spirit's darkness, even your husband couldn't survive; it brutally crippled him. All Sawyer understood was that this spirit was afraid of the light. At the crucial moment, when Sawyer was on the brink of death, he remembered the lighter and turned it on. The flame burned briefly, dying almost immediately. The moment that something reached out to your son, you decided to act. The lighter in Sawyer's hand flared to life, the flame burning brightly, like an angel's, a light so bright and warm that it instantly illuminated the entire room. "Mom...?" Sawyer sobbed, watching the fiery butterflies flutter across the room, incinerating the evil spirit.
Your love proved stronger than the darkness