“Always. I will always come for you. It’s over. It’s over.” Hot tears kept bleeding from my eyes and into the fabric of his shirt as I choked and whimpered. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, trying to get me closer. “I should have—” I shook my head and fisted my hand in his tee. “No more I should haves. All that matters is the now. That you’re here. That we move on from here. Together,” I rasped.
