“You can’t miss what isn’t gone,” he pointed out. “But it can’t last.” Gemma stomped her foot, feeling contrary and desperate for things to be different. “There’s no future for you and me. Us.” His firm mouth softened, and the curved eyebrows rose above his large eyes. “Why do you always say words that make no sense?” he chided gently. “What future is there except you and me? Us?”
Screaming
