“But you said that you can’t imagine anything worse than being locked in a place full of pyschos and crazies.” Yeah, I did say that. Word for word. “I was wrong.” I cup his face in my hand and he leans into my touch. “Nothing could be worse than losing you.” He blinks, tears of his own swelling in his eyes. They spill over and run delicate tracks down his rugged face. “You’d really do that?” I nod. “I’d do anything if it meant finally getting to love you the way you deserve.”
