“Living is hard, it’s the more difficult choice, but I can’t not choose it,” he said, his golden eyes sweeping over mine. “My grandmother told me if I took this trip and didn’t find anything that made me feel alive, I could join her, I could choose to leave this world and she would understand. But I can’t,” he said, brows bending inward as he leveled his eyes with mine. “Because I found you.”
