His chest caves. He stares at my bloodied fists again. “I’m selfish enough to hate when I am selfish, but not selfish enough to thrive on my own. I’m doomed; Luna’s not. Her future is better.” She might not have one. It all hurts. I say, “I wanna see yours too.” His tears surface as he looks back at me, but I just tell him the truth, “I hope I can be there, whatever happens. I wanna be there.”
