This makes her frown. "I know...I just...I guess I won't see you again? Or not for many years at least." I don’t like that thought, and I don’t know what to do with the fact that I don’t like that thought. To be honest, I feel fucking miserable about it. In all my seven hundred adult years, I’ve never felt as willing to wake up and get through the day as I do when I’m with her.
