“We all carry our sins, Nina. I need you to live so I can atone for mine.” “You can do that without me, you know.” He buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want to.” “Matthias,” she said, running her fingers through the close crop of his hair. It hurt. The world hurt. Touching him hurt, but she still did it. She might not ever get to again. “I am not sorry.” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. She winced, but when he tried to pull away, she clutched him tighter. “Stay,” she panted. Tears leaked from her eyes. “Stay till the end.” “And after,” he said. “And always.” “I want to
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