I nodded just to make him feel better, but I knew deep in my heart, that there would be no moving on if something ever happened to Damien. It was that kind of love. The once-in-a-lifetime kind. The kind that his mother and father had. The kind that I couldn’t have with Elec or anyone else, because it would have only been possible with Damien. “You’re my soulmate, Damien. My fighter. Have you ever heard that song, The Fighter? The Keith Urban one?” “I’ve heard it come on the radio. It reminds me of us,” he said. It shouldn’t have surprised me that he’d picked up on that, too. We were connected
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