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But stars are far more fun to stare at than a ceiling.
I’d never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important. Not until I looked into a pair of ocean-blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing. Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing. Not until I looked into a pair of sky-blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing.
“And I’m feeling like I owe you a thank-you. I would have died today if it weren’t for you saving me.” He leans closer, eyes brimming with barely bottled-up emotions. “And I’ll save your life again and again, aimlessly hoping you will allow me to stay in it.” We stare at each other.
“But if I get to have you, it will be because you let me.”

