“I said you were my weakness. But that's not the truth. My fear is my weakness, and for weeks, non, maybe months, my fears have been set on fire inside me. My fears and my pain have been in control of me.” He lays his hand on my bare chest. His blue eyes are burning, catching the light and holding on to it until he's lit from within. “The truth is, Hunter, mon coeur… you are my strength.”
