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“So, no. I didn’t like it anymore, Wren. It made me want things I couldn’t have.”
She’s kissing me. Her lips are on mine after five long years. Five hundred years. She’s kissing me. I’m home.
“I’ll cut out my own liver and cook it for you myself,” he speaks into my lips. “I’ll fucking forage an onion.”
“Wren, shit, can I—”
Something about a man that just asks.
If you’re lost, I’ll find you. I’ll give you my body, my heart, and my soul. I’ll cherish every bit of yours in return. I’ll fight with you. I’ll fight for you. I’ll love you for everything left of forever, in every lifetime we get.
One day, when we’re very old and gray, one of us will open our eyes to a day that the other won’t, but we’ll smile knowing how full life has been, knowing how we spent forever. Everything left of it, together.
