Idiotic Reply, June. Why Don't You Punch

He Loves You, Really He Does. He'd Love You Even If It Destroyed Him. He Matches You.

Please Don't Take Him Away From This World. Please Don't Let Him Die Here In My Arms, Not After Everything We've Been Through Together, Not After You've Taken So Many Others. Please, I Beg You, Let Him Live. I Am Willing To Sacrifice Anything To Make This Happen- I'm Willing To Do Anything You Ask. Maybe You'll Laugh At Me For Such A Naive Promise, But I Mean It In Earnest, And I Don't Care If It Makes No Sense Or Seems Impossible. Let Him Live. Please. I Can't Bear This A Second Time. Tell Me There Is Still Good In This World. Tell Me There Is Still Hope For All Of Us.

To. I Will Trick You And Deceive You, Lie, Cheat And Steal To Find You, Tempt You Out Of Your Hiding Place, And Chase You Until You Have Nowhere Else To Run. I Make You This Promise: Your Life Is Mine

Now, As We Stand Three Feet Apart And Stare At Each Other, I Feel The Full Distance That Comes With Spending So Much Time Apart, A Moment Filled With The Electricity Of A First Meeting And The Uncertainty Of Strangers.

So, Tell Me,” He Whispers. “how Fast Did You Climb Those Fourteen Stories?” Thomas Makes A Disapproving Sound In His Throat, But I Break Into A Grin. Storm’s Past. Metias Loves Me Again. “six Minutes,” I Whisper Back To My Brother. “and Forty-four Seconds. How Do You Like That?” “that Must Be Some Sort Of Record. Not That, You Know, You’re Supposed To Do It.