But if it’s what she needs right now, I’ll accept it. I brush the tangles from her waist-length hair. Steam rises from her pale skin in the poorly lit bathroom. “Then I’ll love you with the same intensity that you hate me. I’ll hold on to you just as hard as you push me away. I’ll fix you like you’re fixing me. I’ll always be here, Ophelia, I’ll sit at the bottom of valleys and stand on the top of mountains with you. We’re too good not to work.”
