A Ballad of Phantoms and Hope

by K.M. Moronova

“Not this time, baby. Go on ahead without me. I’ll see you two later.”

I believe in, well, love. In its purest form—in the most intimate and selfless light it’s meant to be in. And dying young, protecting the two people I cherish more than my aching soul can bear, is an act of love I would do over for eternity if I had to.