On the Mountain

by Riley Hart

I can take care of myself, though. I’ve been doing it most of my life.” “Yes, but now you’re mine,” he said simply, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“I love you,” I whispered, then held my breath. Crow released my fingers, confusion clear on his face. “Why?” “Because I was meant to love you. I exist to love you, to belong to you.”

“No one has ever been this nice to me. No one has ever made me feel like I matter. I’ve always been something people can throw away. I don’t know how to deserve this.” “You already do.” I’d told him last night. Cyrus gave me himself. That was all I needed. “She said you were her sun, but you’re mine too.”

Now I knew my salvation was the man in front of me, and it was beautiful and right and I would never let him go.