“As long as we want it to,” I tell her. “I’d fucking fight for you, Dais. You just have to let me.” She can’t be worried about hurt feelings. We’re going to upset people eventually, but if they love us, if they want us to be happy, they’ll accept this. “Even your brother?” she whispers, her eyes closing as she dozes off. “Even him,” I breathe, watching her begin to fall asleep.
