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“Two thousand, one hundred, and eighty-four days,” he says. “That’s how long I’ve been looking for you. So, imagine my surprise when you show up right here, in Vancouver, on my metaphorical doorstep, after all this time.”
“I still shouldn’t have given up. I promise I will never give up on you again, Kathryn. I won’t give up on us.” “Us? Do you really think we can be an us again…? After everything I’ve done?” Grayson’s fingers run up and down my cheek, ever so lightly. “I think we will always be an us, Kathryn. We probably have some shit to work through, but it’s always been you. It will always be you.”
“We should move your stuff into my closet. You know, make it our closet,” he says. My hands pause on the sweater I was grabbing down from a hanger. I turn to look at him. “Seriously? You want to share a closet with me?” “I want to share everything with you, Kathryn.”

