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“Let’s go, Mia,” a voice said and I turned to see Dean Lynch with his head popped through the door.
“Shit.” Ollie sighed as we got to our feet. “I love you, Mia … always. You have to remember that, alright?”
I nodded, and he looked past me to Lynch as he ran his nervous hand through his hair and gripped the ends.
Another tear fell from his eye as his breathing turned jagged. “Fuck it,” he said and crashed his mouth to mine in a last attempt of desperation to convince me, or remind himself, or give himself something to hold on to, or all of it. He grabbed my face as he pressed his forehead to mine and his warm tears transferred to my cheek as he gasped for air.
“Close your eyes, Ollie,” I whispered, bringing my hands over his and removing them from my face. Ollie clenched his eyes closed as more tears shot down like dying stars.
I took one last look at him, hoping the next time I would see him, nothing would change. We were stronger than any pill. It seemed extreme, what medication could turn people into, and maybe he was overreacting. Medicine couldn’t come between us. He was confident it would, but I was confident what we had could conquer anything.