Declan inches closer, removes his glove and hooks one finger around my pinkie, pulling me closer. Warmth spreads along my leg where it presses alongside his.
“I’m trying to escape my destiny.” I’m surprised how hard the words sound in the quiet woods.
I nod, but he knows. I told him everything. He takes my hand in both of his.
“I can’t go back.” I choke out the words before my eyes start filling up with water. We’ve already gone over all the options, the dead-end options, and I’m grateful that he doesn’t feel like he has to say something stupid like other people do—stuff like, “it will all work out” or “it may not be as bad as you think.” He lets go of my hand and drapes his arm over my shoulder. The weight of it feels good. My head drops to his shoulder, the stiff canvas of his jacket scratches my cheek. His voice rumbles in my ear when he speaks.
“I hope you’ll take me with you,” he says. The corner of his mouth curls up. “Where ever you end up.”
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