“I don’t want love, Elijah,” she says as she breaks the kiss. “I’ve never wanted to be someone’s love of their life. I was never that girl that dreamed of a big white dress and declarations of undying adoration.” She kisses me again, her lips so unbelievably soft against my own. “Love fades. But what you and I can give each other? It won’t die until we do. Which is perfect, because if you aren’t here, I don’t want to exist. I can’t. You’re my everything. You have all of me, and I have all of you. That’s all we need.”
