If we’re apart, we’re alone. I don’t want to be alone.” “I don’t want to hurt you again. Ever again,” Em whispered. “Come with me,” she repeated. She couldn’t articulate the rest of it, how Em leaving would hurt, how her staying would hurt, how there was no way either of them could ever win. But she wanted Em there, with her. She wanted to experience the pain together, to struggle together, to hate each other and need each other, maybe even to love each other when the rubble cleared. She’d thought about it every day since waking up, and so many days before.
TOXIC YURI!!!!!!!!!
