MAG IK DOOD OF MAG IK EEN ASHTON
“I don’t know if you’re listening, Michael,” Ashton says desperately, “but if you are, then—do you remember when you asked if I loved you? The answer is yes. I love you as much as anyone is allowed to love someone they sleep with, but more, so much more than I should ever have allowed myself. And I don’t want you to love me back. I don’t need you to love me back. But I need you to know that there are still people who love you. Not the kind of bullshit love you believed you were being given, not the kind of love you thought you deserved. Real love. That’s what you deserve—that’s why you have to promise that you’ll just hold on until I can get you out of here and keep you safe. Okay?”
stay safe because I like being alive at the same time as you