“Cy…” I murmur, inching closer so that my forehead is pressed to his as I wrap an arm around him, tight enough to hold us both together. “Will you tell me?” “Why?” he mutters. “So you can be burdened instead?” “So I can keep my word to you,” I tell him. “I want your future, Cypress, but I want your past, too. So when you go back to visit it, you’re not alone there anymore either.”
— Apr 19, 2026 10:39AM
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