Into the Dark

by Dana Isaly

“It’s okay,” she says. “I understand. You never have to worry about what you say to me, Elijah. Everyone has a past. Most people have trauma. It may have made us what we are today, but that’s okay. Because I like what I see in front of me.”

I’m back at her mouth to confess like a sinner in church. “I am obsessed with you.”

I will give her whatever she wants. If she loves my monster, I can love her angel.

“Obsession doesn’t fade. Obsession dominates and controls us. It monopolizes our thoughts and our actions to the point we can’t see past it. That’s what you are to me, Elijah. You destroy anything else in my line of sight. You are it for me. Every part of my body cries out for you.”

With a final breath, the darkness calls, and I answer it.