" He groaned in misery and released the words between the manic scourge of his mouth. “I need you, Nikki. Need you in a way I haven’t needed anything in all my life. Take it away. Fuck…please take it away.”
If I could, I would.
It was all I’d ever wanted to do.
“Ollie.” His name was grief.
Love.
Regret.
“I need you, too. I’ve always needed you. "

― A.L. Jackson , Lead Me Home (Fight for Me, #3)