What Happens After Midnight

by K.L. Walther

“What about you?” I asked. “What scares you?” “Never talking to you again,” he answered. Just. Like. That.

“It’s all my fault,” I whispered. “We wasted so much time.” “But something tells me the greatest is yet to come,” he said, then cradled me closer and murmured in my ear, “and that we’ll make it count.”