Even if it takes all night or a hundred years

I kept replaying Luke's words in my head.

"...you wouldn't do anything stupid."

Now that I thought about it, I probably would have done that "stupid" thing if Luke hadn't arrived.

I mean, I was thinking about it with every knuckle that landed on my face and every slash on my skin; "I'll just kill myself when he leaves."

That way, I wouldn't feel the pain anymore.

That way, I could be free.

That way, the one hundred years I had waited could have a happy outcome.

But I was glad I didn't.

And I was glad Luke was holding me right now.