How do I know? Because saying it aloud is as easy as breathing. Because even the mention of her name lights my skin on fire. Because she’s my first thought in the morning, and my last at night. Because I just. Fucking. Know. I swallow. “Because even though I’m unlucky with you, I feel even unluckier without you.” Her breathing grows denser, filling the hollows in my chest. I suddenly remember why I brought her here: I need to know you’re not like the others.
