“This was his safe, comforting church. His soul had finally found the arms of his beloved. Kyle.”

“Cole had made this commitment to save Beckett from hell. So he had to keep it, no matter how endlessly his soul cried in the corner of the church, begging and reaching for Kyle. At that moment he’d built a wall between her soul and his. Confusion turned to anger, which turned to panic as Kyle tried desperately to bring him back, to reconnect.She tried to kiss the truth out of him, but he turned his head and held her at bay. She fell to her knees, but he just shook his head. His future was predetermined. Even if banishing this newborn love sliced his heart in half, it had to be done.”

“She found herself thinking of how it would feel to be safely trapped in his arms, with no more possibility to choose.”

“Deep, choking sobs that sounded like his soul was being torn apart. He clutched at his father and Max took his in his arms. "I am so sorry dad." Kyle sobbed. "And I forgive you because that is what fahters do" said Max”

“And he thinks that if his soul had a form, this is what it would be. A baby sleeping in his arms.”

“...I would run to close those last few feet between us - reckless as always - and I would be in his marble arms, finally safe.”