Even if he shoves me, I give resistance and stay in just as close. This is personal but no doubt the sounds will be heard outside. I just can't bring myself to care. "Some things don't change. How do I know if this is one of them?" I demand. "I'm sorry!"

I told him before and now it's coming out again, louder than the last time, more firm. "I'm sorry, okay?" I don't say anything more because I don't know what else to say. I still believe it will happen. Some things you don't change. Fate...it's one of those things. "I'm sorry, but I die. And there's nothing to say it won't happen here. Besides," I mutter, almost too quiet for him to hear, "it's not like you'll still be with me sixteen years from now."