“It’s really fucked up in there, Josie. It’s dark enough, I’m consumed in thoughts of also wishing for silence. I haven’t in a while though, but that’s as dark as it’s gotten. There’s this pitch-black fog that sometimes comes when I think about my future. And sometimes, it just comes because I don’t feel like I deserve good things. Like I don’t deserve you.” I don’t stop stroking his cheek. “If you let me in, I’ll hold a flashlight, and we’ll find a way out together.” His eyes light up. “You’ll do that for me?” “I’ll do it for the rest of our lives.”
