—And I won’t agree to anything less! - he mutters, bending too low and taking the last air from us. I would be afraid of this booming voice, these sparkling blue eyes... Our lips touch, and goosebumps cover me from head to toe. Such native magic, so quivering, sparks run across the skin. Our first kiss... and, it seems, our last. Because I can’t get attached to him, I can’t want to stay in this world. “Let go,” I whisper, holding back tears. “Never again,” he exhales into the top of my head. Thomas Bergersen - Empire of Angels