“I love you.” I held his jaw in my hands, enunciating each word slowly. “I’ve always loved you. You are my White Rabbit. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth and back, no matter how terrible and awful the world you led me to is. I think there’s something wrong with me. Because even when I tried to convince myself I hated you, I never could walk away.” “And you’re my Alice.” A rueful smirk tilted his lips. “Brave, adaptable, curious, confident. I knew it from the beginning, but hating you was so much easier than loving you. Because loving you meant admitting I might not get the one thing I
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