Sally
Fear that mirrors my own passes over Ryan’s face, and I hear him inhale. There is so much pain behind that sound, so much emotion in his eyes that it breaks me further.
“You’re not dying, are you?” he asks in a low voice, scanning my face as though I’ve suddenly developed a deadly disease.
It makes my smile grow. “No, I’m not dying,” I whisper, touching his pretty face. It’s a painful realization that it won’t change for years while my face will. I will growl old. I will develop wrinkles. I will die.
Ryan wet his lips. “Then why are you telling me this?”
“Because it’s an important conversation to have.”
“It’s a painful one, too...” Ryan mutters.
“I know,” I whisper, stroking the pad of my thumb over his cheekbones. “To live forever and never changing...I wonder if that’s a cur
