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We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated as I was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination and love kept us fighting for them.

For better or worse, he was my soul mate. The other half of me. In many ways, he was my reflection.

I'd stop the world from spinning for you."That silly line oddly touched me. "I love you.""Liked that one, did you.

What the hell was I supposed to do, Eva? I didn__ know you existed._ Gideon__ voice deepened, roughened. __f I__ known you were out there, I would__e hunted you down. I wouldn__ have waited a second to find you. But I didn__ know, and I settled for less. So did you. We both wasted ourselves on the wrong people.

You__e different,_ he said, touching my face.Of course I was. The man I loved had killed for me. A lot of things became inconsequential after a sacrifice like that.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears.The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.