When the Curtains Fall on Us

Three years after breaking up with Zachary, the damage in my spinal cord finally crushed the last of my nerve endings.

In the final clear moments of my life, I took my wheelchair and went alone to that abandoned lighthouse by the coast—the one we had once promised to buy together.

I buried the worn-out ballet shoes, the ones I had danced in for him countless times, deep inside the pile of stones beneath the tower.

"Zachary, this is the last dance I'll ever give you."

"I don't think I'll ever stand again."

The moment the words left my lips, all sensation drained completely from my legs.