A storm could’ve blown through the windows right then, and we’d have kept fucking as shards of glass rained down on us. A war could have raged around us at that very moment, and we’d fuck to our deaths. Not even a fire burning through the building, scorching and tumbling the walls, burying us in its wreckage could’ve stopped the unbreakable reconnection we were forging. I’d have risked my life through it all to see things through.
