I feel my heart splintering into a thousand pieces at the thought of losing her. I’m not lying to her. I'd follow her anywhere, including into an early grave. I just want so much more for her, more for us. I beg with my eyes. I try to say everything that I can’t say with words. Not yet. But just maybe, maybe one day I’ll be able to. I just need us both to fucking live long enough for that. “I promise,” she whispers, the free-flowing tears turning into soft sobs, “I promise to live. For you, I can live.”
