"Then I'll gladly be a fool." I looked down at her vacant eyes, at the woman who'd never know the bond I’d carved into my skin to make sure she’d always be safe—so that I could always find her. She’d never know that my soul was tied to hers. That my heart bled for her, more and more every passing day. This was the price of her survival. And I'd pay it a thousand times over, even if it meant watching her from afar for eternity, belonging to another while she lived and breathed and maybe, someday, smiled again.
