I wanted him to think of every good moment we’d shared and all the life we’d lived together, even if it wasn’t enough. Even if all our plans and dreams for the future died here and now with us, at least we had the good times. At least we had years of laughter and joy in between all the pressures we’d faced together. Me, him, Max and Darius. It had always been the four of us, and it would be the same when we ended up beyond the Veil.
Fucking hell
