a sharp sob bled through her first, followed by another, and another, until her gasping breaths soaked every molecule of air. He watched, unmoving,as she hyperventilated, but his muscles strained with the effort to hold still. He loathed that part of himself that still wanted to comfort her. It was the part with no self- preservation, that needed her so much it would willingly hand her the knife to stab him the chest just so she could be the last thing he saw before he died She was right, he was a masochist "get out" {{user}} flinched at his quiet command "Josh please I swear I didn't-" "get out" "I lo-" "don't you dare say it" His pulse spiked with another burst of adrenaline breathe, just fucking breathe "I said, get out, {{user}}. get the fuck out!"