All the bad butterflies

"You wouldn't love me if the lights were on, Reid".
There are tears in my eyes and a heart in my hands, the only reminder that I'm still alive.

Jane Austen was not right. I am filled with nothing but agony.
But how come it turns into hope every second I breathe the same air as him?

"Go ahead, light this room on fire and watch what my last words are, Kara".

And in that second, another one of the million ones I've spent with him by my side, in that second, I realized that the heart I held in my hands was his. It was his from the very beginning.

I will make sure he lives, he's too selfless to die.