“Why isn’t he—why isn’t it him? Why isn’t he here? Wh-why is he doing this to me? I’ve done nothing but love him with every fiber in my body. Doesn’t he know that I love him? Doesn’t he know that he’s my world? Doesn’t he know that I-I can’t breathe without him? Doesn’t he know that my body aches for him? Doesn’t he know, Mercer?”
