And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

But there's always a first time for everything

It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.

I know you. I know this isn't you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it's true now.