Zwischendurch war ich ein bisschen genervt von Eleanor, aber zum Schluss war ich nur noch gerührt und traurig.

Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?

und

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

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