Still Beating (Lost Boys, #2.6)

by Jessie Walker

I’m not fine, Way. I’m not fucking fine, and neither are you, and this, right now, saying goodbye to you, knowing just how not fine you are, but not being able to see you, kiss you, touch you, and breathe you in… It’s straight up agony.

“Because sometimes, the only thing that keeps us holding on, is holding on for someone else.”

“Not just to me, but especially to me.” I swallow tightly. “That you don’t just…” —I wet my lips, searching his bright eyes— “disappear when no one’s looking.”

“You don’t just stop existing when we’re not together,” I tell him. Grabbing his hand, I bring it to my chest. “You exist in here.”