Thank you for stitching me up" I say."I seem to have a talent for it.

I always thought about you. From the night I took you home. I never really stopped thinking about you.

Will leans forward, pulls off his mask, and kisses my forehead. "I'm glad I was the one to save you this time" he whispers.

You have to remember that there are reasons to live, and that at least a few people are decent, and that the world is worthwhile some of the time, okay?”I raise my face to his, wanting another kiss, but he stops me.“You will remember?”The balloon bumps downward again. His eyes are still closed.“Why don’t you open your eyes?”He opens one and squints at me for a second. “I’m terrified of heights,” he says.