Wild ​Reverence

by Rebecca Ross

And I knew the stars that belonged to her. I had memorized them. I could close my eyes at night and point in their direction. I could trace them on my palm.

I would know she was near, even in the darkness.

I could not hold her any more than I could the wind, but I loved her for it.

“I would wait a thousand years for you,” Vincent said. “If you asked me, I would wait for you until only my bones remained upon an altar. But if you must leave again, then let me follow you, Red.”