“Why do I feel like this is goodbye?” I whisper, feeling like the breath is being stolen from my lungs little by little. My hearts slows to crawl as if it’s pausing to hear what comes next. Grim’s sad golden eyes meet mine. “Because it is.”
“Why do I feel like this is goodbye?” I whisper, feeling like the breath is being stolen from my lungs little by little. My hearts slows to crawl as if it’s pausing to hear what comes next. Grim’s sad golden eyes meet mine. “Because it is.”
