Najdi me, rani me, brani me.
Dvigni me, pusti me, ljubi me.
But before he could react in any meaningful way, exhaustion had swept over him like a cold gray wave. An exhaustion he had never felt before, or even imagined, deep as a knife wound. His fingertip grip on alertness had slipped, tumbling him into the darkness of his own mind, where time swayed and lurched like a ship in a storm, and she could hardly tell whether he was awake or asleep. He knew that this was a deciding moment. One that would define all of his future steps. If only he'll have the energy to take them.
