He watched her for a moment, before sighing, a small smile coming to his face. “You’re right,” he promised, not believing the words that passed his lips. “I won’t die.”
She nodded. "In.. In the summer the sky is blue and the clouds are perfect," she recalled. "And it's near the ocean."
He opened his eyes and gave her a small smile, his skin growing paler by the second. “What about three dogs?”
"No," she said quickly. "I think the fact that you keep saying it makes me scared that it's a possibility. I don't want to think about that."