Vignettes of every moment they’d ever shared flashed before his eyes, like the silent films he and Dru had frequented. Immolation was going to be a walk in the park compared to the pain of finally letting her go.
What he saw in her tear-filled eyes burned him to the center of his very being.
“I love you.”
*I know you do.*
The ground began collapsing around them. She must not die.
“No, you don’t.” He smiled. “But, thanks for saying it.”