“I haven’t had enough time with you-” His voice cracks. “I haven’t, Sadie,” he sniffs. He wipes his face. “I haven’t had close to enough time with you. I haven’t woken to you in my arms enough. I haven’t heard you laugh enough. I haven’t fucked you enough. It’s not enough for me. A hundred years wouldn’t be enough, but it would be close, so what is it?”
