Saving That Dark, Obsessive Man

I poured my heart and soul into finally bringing him, brooding and obsessive, back into the sunlight. Everyone said I had succeeded. But only I knew that every night, he would still stubbornly clasp my wrist and bury his face against my neck, his voice hoarse: "Don't leave me. Without you, the sunlight means nothing."

As it turned out, the greatest salvation was to become his only light, and his only obsession.