We were born together. We fight together. And if it comes down to it, we'll die together.
We've been everything to each other our entire lives – or so I thought. There's one boundary we've never crossed, and lately I find myself ready to obliterate it.
We're not good people. The things we've done no upstanding person would ever consider on their darkest day. So why is this the thing that makes me hesitate?
Simple.
My world would end without him. I can't risk us on the possibility he'd see me differently if he knew.
But then he's taken, and I realize I'll risk it all for him. Every time. For eternity.
