He leans back until he’s sitting on his heels. Shoulders slacked and the loveliest, broken smile across his lips. “I’m a dead man anyways, Em.” His voice is low and raspy, tearing my heart out as he winces, dragging the knife over the stone floor and bringing it to his throat. “I loved you completely. In a way we never got to fully explore together. You were the sunlight over a frozen lake. The whisper of happiness I got to know. I love you, Em… I love you. Now, look away,”
