I just finished it, and my god is it epic.
Trent's POV...
My thoughts cut off as he came into focus. Davey. My one and only, my true love. In the hospital, arms covered with casts that covered a grotesque sleeve of burns from reaching into the fire for me. Too bad it was all a waste, though…
He was crying now. I couldn’t take seeing him cry, ever. It was the worst thing I could imagine. He was crying for me. He was crying because I was dead, because I would never come back to him. It felt like someone was wrenching the heart out of my dead chest. I was making him cry.
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