“Do you think those thoughts will ever go away?” she asked. “Eventually,” he said. “What do we do? Until then?” she asked. “Whatever it takes,” he said. “But we should make a promise that if either of us has those thoughts, we will tell the other.” She raised a brow at his suggestion. It was ironic, given that he had not wanted to tell her his thoughts earlier. “You realize if you make a promise, it is binding?” He smiled. “I do,” he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “But I will do anything to keep you from suffering alone with your thoughts.”
