“I’m not worried, Gin, you’re here. I love you.” Those words might have affected me more strongly if he had been gazing into my eyes intently; his ring on my finger, but life isn’t a fairy tale. Life isn’t how I intended it to be, it never is, not for anyone, so why should I be an exception? He was gazing around the miles of ground surrounding us, watching as red, green, orange, yellow and blue sparks flew in all directions, just missing us, just missing his friends, and unfortunately, his foes.