”We’re going to die. Aren’t we?” The sound of her broken, pained words ripped his soul apart.
”Not you, Loren.” He kissed her again, holding tightly to her hands.
”You’re gonna live, you hear me? You are going to live.” Something like panic shone In her eyes, but before she could register the message behind his words, he bent down and kissed her again-one last time.
The onyx band onto her finger
— Dec 08, 2025 01:27PM
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