You can’t go, because without you, we’re incomplete. And if we’re incomplete, then we’re nothing.” “You survived,” I said, surprised at how bitter it sounded. “We did. But there’s a difference between surviving and living. And I want to live, Robbie. I want to live for you. For all of you. Because we deserve it. We deserve to exist in a world where we only know peace. We deserve to be happy. You deserve it. And I forgot that. If you’ll forgive me, I promise I’ll never let it happen again.”
