Because in another world, another life, I would have picked her up and carried her straight to my bed. In another world, we could be something. I’d felt it that first night together. But it could never be. I had to make my peace with that. I’d long ago accepted the fact that I’d be alone forever. And it was so fucking unfair, the way the universe had delivered the one woman I’d ever imagined a future with right to my doorstep while the world around us was burning. While everyone we knew was in danger.
