The crackle of police radios and the shouts of firemen fall away, until only Justin remains.

It feels like everything in my life has led me to this moment, one single moment in time that I thought I would never reach. This moment that I pushed away, ignored, from the moment I saw him outside Babylon, blond hair beckoning to me from under a street lamp. I keep my gaze fixated on him, soot-covered, bruised and bleeding, walking to me.

To me.

If everything led me to this moment, this burning crush of relief-desire-love, then I can’t regret a thing.