Nightwolf

by Karina Halle

“You don’t have to make something of yourself,” I say, my voice coming out ragged. “You already are something. Frankly, you’re everything.” “To the world?” she whispers, meeting my eyes. “To me,” I tell her. “You’re everything to me. Fuck the world. They don’t matter. I do.”

I wonder if she knows how badly she compels me. I might be the vampire in the room, but she has a way that makes me want to fall to my knees and worship her, follow her every command.

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“You’re mine,” I say to her, my voice hoarse, the rest of me vulnerable and raw. It’s not a question, it’s a statement.

The fear of losing her after having lost so much. How do I move past that fear? How can I throw myself back into love with such open arms knowing that one day it’s all going to hurt like hell?

You are everything. You are the moon and the sun and the stars and all the light in my life, and you banish this darkness and you reveal the shadows, and you show me that even the things I’m terrified of, things like death, that I can get through them all, especially if you’re at my side. You show me my fears and it’s only now, maybe when it’s too late, that I find the strength to face them.”