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But somehow I'm still here, and even though I still feel like a hopeless case, this thing between us doesn't feel hopeless at at all.

I just want to be with you", I say. "And this is where we are now. I'm a broken-down mess, and you are a rat-drinking monster.

It's enough," he finally grumbles.
"What is," I whisper.
"The fact that you love me. It does make me happy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," he sighs. "It doesn't fix everything. I still don't know who's lookingback at me in the mirror. But... it makes me happy.

No. We can't come apart like this. We're not made of pieces that come apart.

I've said at least dozen things in the last ten hours that I thought would kill me - that I would have rather died than try to put into words. Yet here I am.