“We’re gonna be okay,” I promise him, smiling into his hair. Fingers dig into my back, clutching onto me. “Still beating?” Will rasps, just loud enough for me to hear. I blow out a breath, tip my head back toward the Heavens, and squint into the downpour of water just like I did earlier in the rain. “Yeah,” I tell him strongly. “Still beating.”
Still beating 😭😭😭😭😭😭
