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The man I’ve been with for more than two years, who asked me to marry him two and a half months ago, who told me he loved me just a few minutes ago . . . gone in an instant. Fucking great. I knew he wasn’t cut out for an apocalypse.
“I don’t need you to keep me safe, Blake,” I call out as he heads for the door. Pausing, he glances over his shoulder at me. “I know you don’t, but I want to.”
Funerals are for the living because the dead don’t give a damn.
“Where are you going?” I call out. Blake pauses and briefly glances back at me, his mouth half grimacing and half smirking. “To meet your stupid fiancé.”
“Without you, my world ends.” “The world already ended, Blake.” “Only for a little bit, until you came back into it.”
“How are you in a love triangle during an apocalypse? I can’t even find a boyfriend, and you have two men.”
“I don’t have two men. And you had a boyfriend. But you killed him, remember?” “Oh yeah,” she says. “But it looks like we’re both gonna have dead partners if those two keep fighting.” “Should I stop it?” “Not yet. It’s kinda hot.” Tessa laughs.
“It just might be. But I can’t watch you love someone else. It’d be like watching the world end all over again, and I don’t think I’d survive a second doomsday,” he says with a small chuckle.
“I just wanted you to realize that even when it feels like the world has ended, yours doesn’t have to.”
