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Micah
Nadine was infuriating and impossibly irresistible.
As we marched across ruins of once famous tourist attractions, I considered stopping her again and either kissing her senseless until she was sure of my feelings for her, or arguing with her. I wanted to demand she tell me what was going on, why she didn’t want to tell me the reason she didn’t want to have hope. And what she meant by that? Hope of winning the war? Hope of living? Hope of being with me?
More importantly, I wanted to tell her why I left her. I wanted to tell her about the Cup of Life and the hopes I had of saving her.
But I couldn’t. Since I had not succeeded, there was no reason to.
In the back of my mind, I started wondering if I should kiss her again and not leave her side until … until she died. Enjoy the
