“Oneofthosedarklayersisthesickeningrealizationthatwhenyouhandyourheartoversomeone,youautomaticallylosetheoptionofyankingitbackiftheywoundyou.
IfIlovedyoulessImightbeabletotalkaboutitmore.”
Mum,I’llcomewithyou.I’dratherbewithyou.Whereveritis.You’renotmymum...butyou’remoremymumthanhe’smydad.He’sneverhere.I’dbeonmyownhere.
Let her hold on to you. You hear me? Always let her hold on to you.
Ithoughtitwouldbegoodifwewereinadifferentplace.
Shall we go and witness the final act?