Everything melts away into white.
It's just...the two of us left in this world.
In this...place.
"Lucas...please..."
He runs his thumb over my cheeks, drying my tears. His forehead presses to mine, and he closes his eyes for a moment.
"Hah. I already feel better...weird."
I swallow.
"There's...something..." His green eyes meet mine.
"I want to...I was planning to tell you this some day if I could figure out how it made sense, how to make it make sense, but I guess...this is the only chance I get now."
He presses his lips together, giving me a tired smile.
I squeeze him. "Lucas..."
He continues.
"I...told you...that I did very terrible things in the past. But I-" He shakes his head. "I can't die and let you think I'm some angel. Not you."
"I..." I start, but he doesn't let me continue.
