You found out I’d be leaving, and you panicked, because even though we’re not together, and even though we never will be, there’s something about us being intertwined in the sick, passive way that we are that keeps that insidious spark of hope alive. It burns away at our core until we can taste the acidic burn of it at the backs of our throats, and the thought of snuffing out that flame completely feels deadly. It feels like dying.”
