“Were you not going to show me?” “It was supposed to be a goodbye present.” Her mouth crumpled on the last two words. “But you’re not leaving anymore.” “No. I was worried naming my feelings would make them real, but they were real all along. All this time, I’ve been too wrapped up in my own morbid neurosis, too scared of losing you to properly love you,” Lark said. “Callum … I’m sorry.”
