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When she was safe, the end of the world and I had a game to play. And I planned on letting the end of the world win.
What do a person that fears death and a person that craves it have in common? The need for something to feel fucking worth it.
His lips met mine with a hunger that rivaled all kisses. It was persistent, messy, and all-consuming. Unspoken desires flooded between us with pining hands and eager lips. Each tangle was a plea, an answer to the questions between us until fewer and fewer remained.
He was broken, I was lost, and together we were misfits of a world that no longer had to understand us.
“We didn’t have enough time, but I want to believe we had infinity. We're forever, Knox.”
Our memories last as long as they can be remembered. The fact they happened at all is eternal. And by that logic, we are infinite. It will never be enough, but it is everything that we had it at all. We will always have our infinity.
