The Scattered Bones

by Nicole Scarano

He simply sat there, consuming the molecules surrounding him like he owned everything in this room. Including me.

“I don’t love you,” he growled as he angled his hips to hit the spot that unleashed the stars. “This isn’t love. Love is too simple a word for what I feel. The world could end. Ages could pass. The gods could die, and I would still adore you. You’ve been braided so deeply into my heart that I no longer exist without you.”