Lost Souls

by A. C. Nicholls

  “You…” I could have sworn a smile crept into the corners of my mouth, tugging my lips upward. I tried to hide it, in case I had the wrong end of the stick, in case I woke up from this dream and found myself cold in my bed. “You’ve left already?”

  “I didn’t want you to make the choice, so I made it for you. And if this doesn’t work – if you and me don’t work – then at least you can’t blame yourself for it. This is my choice now, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.”

  I couldn’t help it – my huge smile burst through as I nuzzled my face into his warm chest. I could hear his heart, pounding wildly against my ear. Finally, I could live my life at his side, fighting with him and knowing that he would be there for me, always. It would be the two of us, a solid, happy and unified couple.

  Until the bitter end.