“It’s always been you and me against the world, Fen,” Remy said, her voice wobbling. “You are my best friend, and I will miss you while I’m gone.” “I’m sorry, Remy,” Fenrin said through pale, bloodless lips. “Sorry for what?” Remy asked, adjusting the pillow behind his head. Fenrin looked up to the ceiling with half-glazed eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you.”
