His lips began to trace mine and I could feel myself slipping away from reality. I let out a shaky breath after I pulled away. He stared at me, almost cautiously, and I looked down. "I don't want to lose you," I whispered. "I die, you live. That's how it'll work." "No," He replied, running his fingers through my hair. "We both get out alive. Okay?" "How?" "We'll figure it out."