“Help me, Dante. Please,” I managed to say. He lay beside me and cradled my face as I panted. “It’s OK. I’m here. Everything is OK. You’re safe.” “I-I can’t—” “Fuck you, you can,” he said in a fierce growl. “You’re not going to fucking leave me too, Valentine. Get your shit together.” I sucked in breath after breath, desperate to not disappoint him. He was all I had right now. “Remember what we do when we can’t breathe?” “We d-do it anyway,” I said. “That’s right. We fucking do it anyway.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me against
