I can feel myself slipping away… from life… from reality…
From him.
Haze whispers, “It’s my turn to speak.”
All my senses dissipate, and I can’t bring myself to fight it anymore. The darkness takes over me.
“Keep her awake,” Kendrick yells.
I can no longer speak or move a muscle.
But he makes it better.
Four words. Sixteen letters.
He said it. I bet he thought that I wouldn’t hear.
But I did.
And I’ll never forget it.
“I love you, Kingston.”