"Slit my throat. Carve my heart out. Put it on your mantle or use it as a paperweight or crush it in your fist. I don’t care what happens to it because the only person I want to have it is you. Only you," he breathes the words out quickly, like he might not get the chance to say them if he doesn’t speak them all at once. "I don’t care if you don’t or can’t or won’t believe me. I don’t give a shit how long this stay of execution lasts or if it even will. I just need you to know—"
