“I can’t do this without him,” Ronan admits, his voice as rough and as hoarse as rusted nails. “I can’t lose him, too.” They don’t speak after that. Ronan breathes until it doesn’t hurt his lungs anymore, until he can’t feel new wetness sliding down his face, pooling underneath his chin. The ground is as cold and hard as ever. It will still be there when Ronan returns. And Adam will still be alive. If Ronan gives up hope, there’s no one left. Adam has […]
It’s a system designed to get rid of the best of us.
Rare and sweet as cherry wine by perchancetosleep
