To Catch a Firefly

by Emmy Sanders

“But we’re not done,” he says vehemently, stepping into my space. “We’ll never be done. Me and you, we don’t have an ending.”

“He’s your anchor,” Danil says quietly. “No,” I whisper, my eyes lifting to the full moon. “He doesn’t fight the tide. He controls it.”

How would I explain my heart doesn’t know how to beat for anyone but him?

There are strings connecting us, so many of them. I don’t think we could ever be unraveled.

“They’re beautiful.” They’re you. The closest I could ever come to capturing you.

With the moon lending its soft glow through the window, Lucky falls asleep. And I learn what it is to cradle a firefly in my palms.