One for My Enemy

by Olivie Blake

“I’m not here for a one-night stand, Sasha,” he told her. “The story we’re writing? It has chapters. Installments. I don’t want once.”

“Your hair is getting long again,” he murmured. “It’s almost like it was when you loved me.” Only then did Marya move. She exhaled, releasing him to turn away.

“I would burn down the world for this love, Dima,” she said, “so maybe I’ll help you. Maybe I won’t. Don’t tell me what you’re planning,” she warned, “and let me have my secrets, too. Give me nothing. Deny me everything.”

She was the sun, the moon, and the stars.

“She’ll come back to me,” Dimitri said. “Someday, she’ll come back. I know she will.” “And until then?” Lazar asked. “Until then,” Dimitri said slowly, “we will build something for her to come back to.”

“The past is nothing. We are everything.”

How many nights would it take to know her again, to know her at all? At least another, and another, and another. And then forever after that.