love you,” he whispers. “Never forget that.” I close my eyes for a heartbeat, long enough to feel his lips on my brow. If this is what forever tastes like, let it linger; let it echo. “Say it again,” I breathe into the dark. His lips find the shell of my ear. “I love you.” Then softer, like a secret: “I love you.” Once more: “I love you.” Three times, like a spell. “I will never forget you,” I promise.
