“Last night, when we were in bed … I can’t explain. No language I’ve ever encountered can express what we have to go through over and over again.” He knelt before me, resting his forehead on my knee. “All I know is that I’d do anything to lie in that bed with you just once without thinking about how I’m going to have to kill you soon. That’s all I want. You. Alive. With me.” He looked up at the sky as though pleading with some sadistic deity. “The thought of waiting another sixteen or seventeen years to see you again is too much to bear.”
