“I need to ask you something.” Sometime later, his voice cuts through the hazy darkness. “It’s not fair to ask now, but I will. If I could think of a way to get us out of this mess, would you want me to do it?” I’m still holding on to him like he’s the only thing stopping me from falling off the planet. “Like how?” “However I could. Would you want me to?” If he would be my friend for the days left, it would be enough. It would be wonderful enough to burn away the negativity. That smile would be enough.
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