“I realized something when I was standing outside the foundry, watching it burn and knowing you were inside. I would rather have died in your arms, Simon, than face a lifetime without you. All those endless years… all those winters, summers… a hundred seasons of wanting you and never having you. Growing old, while you stayed eternally young in my memories. I was wrong when I told you that I didn’t know where I belonged. I do. With you, Simon. Nothing matters except being with you. You’re stuck with me forever, and I’ll never listen when you tell me to go. So you may as well stop complaining and resign yourself to it.”

Annabelle Peyton (via fearisforthewinter)