I swear I still believe but I don't know
The cry from across the beach has Ronin’s head snapping up, but then Remi is around him and pulling him down to the sands, and the hunter is powerless against it. He doesn’t want to stop it, as if sitting on the beach with his hands in Remi’s is the most human he has felt since the festival. A shuddering breath fills his lungs, the world swimming before him with tears he cannot be bothered to stop or hide, and he squeezes Remi’s hands.
”And I am not the man who died, nor the man who fell. I don’t know who I am any more - only that I want to be that person with you. Only with you.” Was this the death that would part them? Or rather, was this the death that bonded them so firmly that there was no going back?
”I would never force you to stay, but I want nothing else. You’re it for me.”
”And I am not the man who died, nor the man who fell. I don’t know who I am any more - only that I want to be that person with you. Only with you.” Was this the death that would part them? Or rather, was this the death that bonded them so firmly that there was no going back?
”I would never force you to stay, but I want nothing else. You’re it for me.”
the dark star
