The Cloisters

by Katy Hays

And even though I know the dark truths we hid from one another that summer, some part of me still longs for The Cloisters, for the person I was before.

The way he inhabited my space was always a little unnerving, taking up too much of it, like it wasn’t mine, but his. And while it should have made me nervous, it only made me excited. It made me want to unlock all the carefully compartmentalized qualities in my life and let them loose.

Your interpretation of choice is a luxury, a curtain that separates us from fate.