One of the very few people she’d promised herself she’d die for and now it seemed her promise would ring true.

She was the enemy. He reminded himself of that every day. Yet he couldn’t be free of her, wouldn’t let himself be free of her.

Every night he dreams of falling. He can feel the wind rushing through his hair. His mouth opening in a silent scream.

She needed reassurance she wasn’t suffering alone and sometimes she thought that maybe he did too.