If Trey managed to cut his windpipe, Wes won’t be able to breathe. If he sliced through a major artery, Wes has only minutes before he succumbs to the blood loss. Maybe seconds. Seconds left to tell him everything I need to. To tell him how much I love him. How much I ache for him when he’s not around. How being with him helps me remember my best friend and grieve her. How his laugh makes me smile even when I’ve forgotten how. How getting wrapped in his arms makes me feel like I’m home.
