Sophia’s POV

He doesn’t move, and neither do I. My mind is tuned to the sound of the water cascading over us and the closeness—it’s like a silent conversation that seems to go like this:

Alexander: ‘I love you so much, Soph, even if you’re mad at me. Even if life wants to separate us, I’ll keep crawling back to you if I have to. I’ll cling to you, stick to you like glue. I’m right here.’

And my response: ‘I don’t want you to ever leave me. No matter what happens, I want ...