“Can you make me forget, Wynn? Even if it’s just for tonight?” His voice is somber and hushed, sad and heartbreaking. “Make you forget what?” I rest my cheek against his chest and listen to the pattering of his heart as warm water spills over us. “Everything that isn’t you. My life before you. Make me forget all the tragedies so that I can—” He cuts himself off and grits his teeth
