“I want to start over. I’ll do better. Maybe here, you can stop running.” He turns to look at me, blue eyes boring into me. “Because I stopped running when I met you. With you, the game became a reality. And for once, I was comfortable living there.” His words wrap around me like an embrace. I’ve seen a lot of versions of Sawyer, but this one? This one seems the most genuine. Against my will, tears fill my eyes. Fuck.
