I swear he's just so freaking smoldering, you have to see him." She shakes her head, annoyed that I can't join in on the fun. "He's like combustible!
Didn't I promise I'd always look after you and keep you from harm?
Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.
What if it can't be worked out? What if I'm—what if I'm broken for good?
Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?
He pulls me into his arms, his touch calm and soothing, but unable to erase the truth. "I have to go," he finally whispers. "But Ever, if you want to love me, if you truly want to be with me, then you'll have to accept what we are. I'll understand if you can't.