“Then we fucking run, Roman,” I shout. “Because I did this to her. I left her here.” A sharp gasp comes from behind Roman, spinning him around and drawing my eyes before my breath empties from my damn lungs. As if I’m being sucked into her orbit as all the oxygen is stolen from my body. Time stands fucking still. There is no sound. No fucking existence past this moment. Because it’s her. Her—my sweet fucking girl. Soulful emeralds stare back, locked on me. She’s looking at me like she can’t believe her own eyes. Fuck. Every piece of her calls to me. I love you.
