Northstar Vale Ima be a love you 'til the day I die kinda man

She remained disgruntled at his words that were meant to reassure her—she was nitpicking. She knew she was. She couldn’t stop the words coming out: “Everyone has their truth. Doesn’t mean it lasts for them.”

And, because she might have questioned what he thought he wanted, she also was scared he would simply give up, she allowed herself to be pulled in, groaning into his chest in minor frustration at herself. “Why am I like this?”