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“You’re the only person who feels familiar to me.”
“You want to be Bluebird?” “I thought I already was.” Damn. Stomach. Flip
“You’re crazy, you know that?” “Batshit bonkers,” I agreed, and then figured I’d pass along some Alice in Wonderland advice. “But all the best people are.”
With him, maybe I wouldn’t be so restless, and maybe with me, he wouldn’t be so frightened.
“How are you real?” Reid’s words were muffled against my chest. “I’d been thinking the same damn thing about you.” “That was”—he lifted his head to look up at me—“un-fucking-believable.”
“Ollie? Is it always like this?” My arm tightened around him. “No, Bluebird. No, it’s never like this.”
He smiled. “It reminds me of you. The way you feel. The way you make me feel.” He started the slow melody again from the top. “Safe…treasured…home.”
“When I wake up, I might not be me. I might not know you anymore.” His eyes glassed over. “And I like knowing you.”
“I’ll remember,” he said, his jaw set as his eyes met mine. “I swear I won’t forget you. I won’t forget any of it.” His hand squeezed mine so tight that my circulation was cut off. “I promise I’ll wake up to you.”
And then he was gone. No, not gone. Temporarily out of sight. He’d come through this better than ever. He had to.
Ollie, I know you’re worried. And maybe I am too. Strike that. I’m a lot worried. There. I admitted it. I’m fucking terrified, but I was trying not to show you. It doesn’t seem fair that I’m back here, but we haven’t gone through these last few weeks to give up now. I just found you. I’m not losing you, and I won’t forget you, no matter what happens. But if, somehow, the worst-case scenario comes true, I need you to promise me you won’t give up on me. Help me remember. Help me find my way back to you. Love, Your Bluebird
Life as I knew it ended with three little words, nine letters, three syllables, all coming from the mouth of the man I’d fallen in love with. The one staring up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, marred only by the vacant expression behind them and the slight frown etched between his brows. “Who are you?”
