‘You can use my shirt to wipe your snot,’ he says. ‘If we’re going to die, I’d rather you not kiss me one final time and confess your love to me with snot flying out of your nose.’ I take him up on his offer and rub my face against his shoulder. He laughs. ‘This is why I love you,’ I say. ‘Exactly this. I was so scared before you got here.’ I don’t clarify, but I mean the cabin. I was lost without him and I would have died, I know that now. I never would have been able to survive another year alone in that cabin. ‘You make me feel safe. Like the world hasn’t ended and there’s nothing left.
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