He thought about the first time you guys met, when it started with a bunch of boys pulling you out of the box and them staring and speaking all at once, how you looked so- lost and confused, gazing around before your eyes locked. The first time he felt his heart burn was when you looked at him, how he slowly walked over and pushed all the others away.

And now it was the end, pushing the others away again and crouching as he pulled you into his arms, you were infected and begging him quietly to kill you. He felt how you clenched his clothes and how you muttered your begs. It hurt, it hurt real bad.