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“It’s not because I don’t want to. I’ve been dreaming of you since I was sixteen. You’ve been my one spark of light in the hellish dark. The only good thing in my life. But I won’t risk losing you or the family you gave me. Because I’m sure of one thing: I’ll fuck this up. And I’m not ruining the only good in my life because of it.”
“I’d walk through fire for you, Kyler.”
“Pain means we care. Means we love. Means we live. I wouldn’t trade any of that just to avoid some suffering.”
“Sometimes getting lost is exactly what you need.”
“I will honor you every day of this marriage. And every day after it’s done. And no matter what comes, my battered and blackened heart will always be yours.”
“You are light, breath. Air. In my darkest moments, it’s always been you who lit my way.”
“How can you even look at me?” Kye’s eyes took on a glassy sheen. “‘Cause you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Let go,” I whispered. “Let me feel you. All of you. I don’t want to miss a damn thing.”
“You’re the only place I can breathe. You’re my air.”
They’re symbols of hope. You’ve always been hope to me. You were my safe haven, the place I returned to again and again, even if I could only hold you in the secret places of my soul.”
“I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
“You ready for this, Sparrow? Finding out what we make together?”
“Sparrow,” he croaked. “Find it with me. Let go.”
“I love you, Sparrow.” “My everything,” she whispered.
Anson slapped him on the back. “Feel those feelings, my man.”
Dex appeared, his familiar, ever-present messenger bag slung over his shoulder in the most bizarre juxtaposition I could imagine. Tall and broad with a build that made it clear he wasn’t a stranger to a gym, it was as if he was a cross between a mountain man, a biker, and a professor. Wire-framed glasses were perched on his nose, but ink peeked out from his sleeves and covered his hands and fingers. He wore jeans, hiking boots, and an outdoorsman jacket, but the T-shirt beneath read: Hacking. Because punching people is frowned on.
You take broken things and make them beautiful. You take tender spots and make them strong. But most of all, you let us be exactly who we are and love us for it.”
Kye pulled back then, his eyes wet. “Don’t leave me, Sparrow.”
It’s always been Fallon. It will always be her. My air. I can’t be in a world she’s not in. He’s got her at my old house. Hurry.”
