And maybe, if I’ve gotten to find her and Embry in a second life, I’ll get to find them in a third. Maybe tomorrow I’ll close my eyes and when I wake, we’ll all be together again, starting all over, heartbreaks and wars and all. Because one thing’s for fucking certain—while my heart beats, it will beat for them, no matter which life we’re in. I will find them again and I will love them again. And if I have to, I will die for them again.
