I love him. Fuck, I love him more than is comprehensible, more than anyone can possibly see, and I’ve always run towards what calls me. Maximoff. He calls out to me every second of every minute of every day, and to willingly turn my back and race away from him is unfathomable. Because it’d tear me apart. I’d sooner drop to my knees and scream, and then I’d dig my way back into his arms.
