he’s tried everything else, and it’s home. Annwyn is home, and— But then I realize. Then I truly see. “The rip...you can’t get to the rip.” His lips are pressed into a thin line, his eyes full of speechless agony. “You have to come with me,” I say, panicked, terrified, despairing. He shakes his head, and my foundation shakes with it. “I can’t. You have to go into it, baby. You have to. I can’t get to you, and you can’t stay there. You’re fading.” My head shakes, tears pooling from my eyes. “I can’t. I can’t. Not without you,” I beg. Fight. Wail.
