Romans & histoires Even If I Die Its You

If I can't escape there was just one option left. I need to die...

"If I don't..." "...your father dies."

If his dead, I am fucked. Completely fucked.

Hilda flopped onto her bed, burying her face in the pillow. “Before I die, I hope I can taste ice cream, pancakes, cake, and lots of candy. I also want iced coffee.” Gabriel replied that she could buy those things anytime, even if it wasn’t her day to die. Hilda turned to him, squinting her eyes, and asked if he was serious. Gabriel just laughed and said he was joking. He bid her farewell, telling her to get some rest. As he opened the door to leave, he turned back to Hilda.

I will have her, even if it killed me. *****

I hear them say to each other in unison and I die a thousand times over. I've just lost my mate

I'd wait. Even if it killed me.

I asked "You die."

Not even if I die. Never.