...So, I do what any reasonable person would do when faced with a crying girl.
I get the frex out of there.

Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a shiny line of snot trickles from her nose to the top of her lip.

She wipes her face and with her arm, smearing tears and mucus. She never looked more BEAUTIFUL to me.

But...If my life on Earth must end, let it end with a promise.
Let it end with hope.

I might have the whole world now, but it's not enough if I don't get to share it with her.

I told Victria that love is a choice, and I told myself that I didn't have to choose Elder, but I can't forget the way my heart stopped when his did.

When I finally get out of bed, the only thing I want to do is go straight to Amy and demand her forgiveness. Maybe we can at least go back to what we had before our fight, even if all we had was an awkward friendship punctuated by significant silences.