“Is that the only reason you’re leaving?” I drop my head. “Yes.” “Then you have no reason to go.” “Damien...” “Because I do, I do need you,” he chokes, gripping me so tight I can see my hand turning purple. I want to believe him. I want to believe him so much. “What do you need me for, Damien? You have everything...” He pulls my hand to his chest. His heart is drumming like a marching band. “I need you for this. For my heart to beat.”
