Page 37 of Bewitched By the Mountain Man

She looks up at me, and her eyes are shining. "When I walked into that club on Halloween, I was trying to forget my pain. I never imagined I'd find you."

"I was dead inside," I tell her honestly. "And then you were there, and everything changed."

"No masks anymore," she says softly.

"No masks," I agree.

I pull her down onto the couch, and she curls into me, her hand with the ring resting on my chest. We stay like that for hours, wrapped up in each other, planning a future that seemed impossible not long ago. I watch the light fade outside the window, thinking about how darkness used to be all I knew. How I used to hide in it, use it, let it consume me.

But not anymore.

Now I have light.

Now I have her.

THE END.