“It’s really fucking scary, Chloe.” I exhale, then lick my lips. “It is.” “It’s like…I can’t imagine my life without you, so I don’t want to. But then it’s worse to not think about it, because then it’s like I won’t be prepared to rebuild.” “You don’t need to be prepared.” I rub his chest, and he places his hand on top of mine. “I’d fight for this, dove…. You know that, right?”
