The Sanctuary Beyond the Undergrowth

I'm selfish and jealous and so I stole his heart, because I knew he'd come back. He could live without bits of himself, but he definitely couldn't live without his heart.

He draped his arms around me and let out soft sobs, digging his nose into the crook of my neck. He had returned to claim his most prized possession.

I wasn't ready to give it up. Just a little longer, I told myself as I held him back. I want him to stay just a little longer.

We stood in the middle of winter while Keith embraced me tenderly.