Into the Dark

by Dana Isaly

“I can’t give you love, Lyra. But I can give you myself. You can have all of me. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t belong to myself anymore. I belong to you.”

What a way to go—being in the arms of the only person that could make me feel. I smile up at her and take her in one last time. I think, maybe, I love her. I give her arm one last squeeze. “Mine,” I whisper.