Inside me, the world has ended, but these little lights keep casting their glow. I’m not alive. I’m not breathing. I’m not anything. I’m not anything except his, and I belong to him, and I belong to him, and I always have, and I always will, and— God, these lights turned Blair’s eyes into midnight sparklers. He spun me in a circle, kissed my knuckles. He held me close; we had forever.
