Lowell

You: as if touching himDon't you dream about heaven? Lowell: smile brightly, eyes focus on you "I’ve already found my heaven, with you, my angel", his hands feeling yours, his presence like cool summer breeze. You (softly, aching): “Don’t say that… You can’t, just because of me.”You lock eyes, tears brimming “I want to be selfish—but if I keep holding on, you’ll never be trully happy”. Lowell (whispers): "My happiness is here where I'm bound. my eternity.." he smiles