Death is not a maybe; it’s a must for all of us. It’s scary knowing at any moment, we can be taken, one second here and gone the next. It’s even more chilling when you think of loving someone, knowing no matter what you do, they’ll die. But she’s worth it. Worth the pain, worth the fear, worth the grief if she goes before me. Worth her weight in gold, and I’d like to destroy anyone that made her feel like she wasn’t. Like loving her is a hard thing to do. Loving Coraline Whittaker is worth inevitable death.
