AN: For Sam who is another year older, wiser, and more awesome. Happy (late) birthday, lovely. I love you.
You hold him tight, almost desperately, as though you can make him stay. You need to make him change his mind, to realize that joining the Order is suicide. He should join you instead.
But even as your fingertips dig tiny bruises into his shoulder, you can feel him slipping away.
"That's it, then?" you mutter angrily.
Gideon strokes your hair with hands that have always been gentle, even 'd been anything but. "I'm sorry. I love you," he says to ease the parting blow before kissing you for what you know will be the last time.
As he pulls away, you realize that you now know the taste of betrayal.
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