“it feels like every time i try to come up for air, someone else shits on you or me or us, and the only time i can breathe is when i’m looking at you.”
maximoff stares right into me and chokes out, “i love you, you know that?”
we’re both crying. “stop.” i clutch his sharp jaw. i’m a stubborn idiot too. because i refuse to say i love you back in a goodbye.