But now I don’t know who I am, Pollux.” I lift my face to find his. “Do you?” Cupping my cheek, he swipes a tear away with his thumb. “Yes. You are mine.” “That doesn’t really help me with my whole identity crisis here, dreamboy. I cannot find myself if myself is reliant on you.”

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