That much closer to finding Tomas.
keep walking, Captain. Keep walking.
alive, I found Tomas by my bedside, hands clenching mine, head resting on one shoulder, exhausted from his ceaseless vigil at the hospital. I curled my fingers around his—even that hurt, but it was the first time I’d moved since they admitted me and he woke at my touch.
him. Heaven could never be this wonderful, not without him there beside me. Then, for the first time since we’d begun dating, he whispered he loved me.
I love you. He’s out there somewhere, waiting for me to find him.
wanted to do it, he had to. “s**t, ,” he’d said before he left my place, “if you don’t let me help you out, I’ll follow you anyway, and how long do you think you can walk when I’m driving behind you? This is the only way. You’ll g
