““My anger was boiling in my veins now. "What exactly is it you think you can fix?" He took my hands softly in his own. "You. Me. Us? I don't know Tink. Just please, let me try?" His eyebrows lifted expectantly. "There is no 'us' Trick." He closed his eyes slowly and when he opened them again they were filled with a resigned sadness. "There will always be an 'us' Tink. Always." He lifted my hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss against my skin.””
