"Look, I'm going to trust you, okay? I don't do that easily." "Trust me with what?" I snapped, getting tired of this conversation and her insistence I do something. "With Baz," she said. I whipped my head around. She was staring at me hard. "I think you care about him, and I want you to talk to him." "Why?" I asked. "Because he's not immortal," she said with big, pleading eyes. I swallowed thickly. "Neither are you," I said. "I'm close. Same with Orson and Nemo, but Baz?" She shook her head and looked away. "He's going to die one day. It's inevitable."
Why did this make me cry so much?
